It's 2 degrees Celsius, which is a HUGE improvement over the blistering minus 20 degree Celsius weather we'd been facing the past winter. So it should be pretty warm, relatively speaking. And yet, in the slow, gradual and prolonged climb of the temperature, my body's decided to do what it does best and regulate itself.
So I'm still cold. But just not very cold. Oh sure, I should not be complaining, and please don't get me wrong, this isn't really a complaint as such. It's just the curious observation it is. So yes, I've moved on toward wearing t-shirts around the house, and going barefooted, which is a HUGE difference, once again.
But what wouldn't I give for the feeling of toes actually cozy in it's bareness.
