It’s not so much how cold you are, but how long you are cold for….
There is that necessary travel, (house -to-car-to-next building) which can be so formidable that the warmth of a bed is not just sanctuary, it’s self-preservation. In fact, traipsing across the cold bathroom tile might be the most painful point of the day.
Not to make light of that point of view, but there really are more challenging experiences.
Facing cold days are like thinking about changing careers. It’s absolutely NOT comfortable. In fact, it feels a little like choosing to work in an office (or let’s say….. hospital?) job to galloping horses. The view of the Universe is a very different experience when what faces you upon rolling out of bed is a DAY of frigid temperatures, nose running, ears aching, fingers curled into something that no longer resembles hands with opposable thumbs…
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