A comment on the cold

I have more to say.

Yesterday was cold. I know that now that I live in Missouri I really have no right to complain since Iowa is a good 10 degrees colder on average, which in this frigid weather could be the difference between below zero temperatures and temperatures that can be considered slightly more reasonable. Anyway, now that I have appeased my sense of obligation to those who live further North (none of whom may read this anyway, so it is merely for my own contentment that I mention the above situation), I will now continue to my cold experience. It is not very exciting, but I do find it rather humorous and it is short enough that I can finish it before my fingers freeze in an uncomfortable bent position.

This is it, remember I already warned that it is uninteresting: Yesterday, after I got home from a noon devotional meeting, I couldn't get warm. I decided it was silly and so donned: flannel pajama pants, sweatpants, socks, hand knit slippers, other slippers, tank top, sweater, zipper hoodie, huge sweater, hat, and over everything, a shawl. This was all while I was in my apartment. I later covered myself with yet another blanket and was almost warm. The only thing that really worked was a hot shower. Eating food helped too. I swear my body is trying to add on extra layers just as much as my mind has been directing the external layering of large amounts of clothing. My body however has other methods: the building up of body fat. It's a really wonderful thing if you think of it. Our bodies are designed to help us survive and mine doesn't want me to die of hypothermia or any other cold-related terminal malady (which actually I'm not sure exist, it's just called freezing to death). Oh body, how I love you. You and your survival skill I-must-eat-everything mind tricks. I just wish you weren't too cold to realize that exercise would warm you up just as effectively, if not more effectively. But no, you are too cold to think straight.