I think I must be getting thin-skinned. No, I don't mean in my thinking or my attitudes. God, please, never that. I mean physically.
I used to stay hot all the time during the summer, unable to function without air conditioning. Stick me in a too-hot room and my clothes start to wilt, my head sweats, my hair flattens itself into unbecoming strings. I never felt a chill unless the air temperature dropped to the low 60s. This year, I suffered like the damned during the heat wave when it stayed in the 90s for days and days. And then, it broke. As did, apparently, something in my system.
Never before have I complained of feeling chilly when it was 70 degrees outside. That's about what it was today, which was a bit warmer than the past few days, and I swear I felt like I needed a sweater. I used to see these little old ladies wandering around in 80-degree weather bundled up in sweaters and wonder what in the world was wrong with them. Now I know. Ah, geez.
My windows have been closed for days, and not because I'm running the AC. I'm not complaining, mind you. This feels like heaven after that heat wave from hell. If this means that I'm not going to sweat like a pig any more in 80-degree weather, I'm all for it. But please, if I start going outside in sweaters in the summer, somebody stop me. I can't have that.
I have Words Gone Wild for you today, just a brief lineup of the most dangerous.
possiable - One who is able to wrestle possums.
grament - Garments you have to grab before someone else does.
censorships your thoughts - The Decency Committee that bundles up your bad thoughts and ships them ... somewhere else.
suppoliers - Those who smuggle supplies to the Langoliers.
arguement -- Argggh, you meant?