Fact: I’m either freezing or sweltering. I’m only 27; I don’t think I’ll survive menopause.
Good news: I finally found my perfect temperature today. It is perfect outside. I walked around Georgetown for two hours today in jeans, sandals and a t-shirt and my skin couldn’t even register the temperature. No, “Oh, it’s chilly in the shade,” or, “I’m freezing when the wind blows,” or “Man, it’s pretty toasty when the sun comes out.” NOTHING. It’s such a strange feeling, I can’t even describe it. But it’s utopic.
Seventy degrees, no breeze, is it for me.
Or else I’m really, really geeking out on cold medicine.