These days I can't seem to get warm. Even on days when its not so cold outside. Somehow my core temperature just won't get cooking. I wrap up in blankets, bundle in sweaters, double sock my feet, and go to bed with hot water bottles every night. Nothing seems to help, not even the extra layer of fat around my middle.
There's no particular reason for me to always feel cold. I am not ill. I am not spending days outside. I am not sitting inactive. In fact, I try to walk as much as I can, just to get the blood moving.
The only thing that seems to help is to wait until I have safely delivered the carpool kids to school, and on the way back to work, I crank the heater knob to the reddest part of the dial, turn the fan to the highest setting, and swivel all the ducts towards myself. I get a good 40 minute drive with hot, hot, hot. Its enough to make a greenhouse envious.
About the time I am pulling into the parking lot at the library, I am warm. It is exquisite. I sit there for a few minutes with my fingers hugging the vents, letting my body shiver out the last ounce of cold, wishing I could just stay there.
But alas! I must open the car door and step out, sad at how quickly the warmth evaporates and I am back to coldness. No steaming cup of hot tea, no wool sweater, no space heater can work the same magic. I must content myself with the knowledge that I will drive carpool again soon.
And maybe, when I retire, I can live in the tropics!
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