colder than a witch's... you pick the anatomy

I've always kind of prided myself on being able to put up with the cold. I think most Winnipeggers are the same way. It might be cold, we say, but it's a DRY cold. Just put on more clothes and go outside. Layers! More layers!

And yet, in the past few days I've been avoiding going outside because of the cold. Well, really because of the wind. That wind has just been nasty, and the only way to be outside is with every square inch covered -- and people look at you kind of weird when you wear ski goggles to walk the dog. Even in Wolseley.

Maybe I just need to get used to winter again.