Here we are, just one week into October, and my brain has already slipped into winter mode. For the next six to eight months, at least 40 percent of my waking thoughts will focus one elusive goal: staying warm.
I’m one of those people who are always cold. You know the type; every household has one. We scream, “Close the door!” the second it opens, before our family members have time to go through it. We wear socks 11 months of the year. We think the inventor of the Snuggie deserves a Nobel Peace Prize for humanitarianism.