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People who hate summer seem to hate it because they get to a point where they can't take any more clothes off and they're still hot. I hate winter because I get to a point where I can't put any more clothes on and I'm still cold.

Yesterday I wasn't really dressed for snow. Having stood in as protected a spot as I could while waiting 20 minutes for the bus home, I wasn't soaking wet when I got on the bus, but I was cold. I got home, put on my sweatshirt and my warmest socks and my slippers, and had hot food for dinner. (All of the preceding are things I am grateful for.) Three hours later, I was still cold. I stuck it out for another hour and then ran the hottest bath I could, and it STILL took ten minutes of lying in that before I stopped being cold. By which I mean I started sweating.

And that is why I hate winter. Even when I'm dressed for it, once I get cold I stay that way.