When I wake up in the morning here in Moundridge, Kan., and turn on the news to hear the weather, I hate it when after inane and annoying banter between the news anchors the weather guy finally says the temperature is going to be a single digit.
That’s not a temperature in my book. He needs to try again and come up with a better answer.
I don’t like to shiver or have a stream of nose fluid run onto my lips because of the biting wind and frigid temperatures.
How could anyone enjoy that?
And think about the amount of gasoline we all waste warming up our cars.
Cold weather is not a good thing.
I hate it.
I’ve lived in Kansas all my life, so you think I would be used to this kind of weather.
Well, I’m not.
And instead of sucking it up and getting used to it as I pull on another pear of long underwear, I’m going to resort to begging for warmer temperatures: Mother Nature, please turn up the thermostat and close that north door.
Needless to say, I’m not looking forward to Sunday and the first day of winter.