Okay, I know, if you live up north like I did for a bit, 20 degrees is NOT cold. Sylvia doesn't even think it's cold, thanks to that dog-fur coat she wears. And no, I wouldn't think it was cold had I pulled out the long underwear and maybe some heavier gloves. My nose and cheeks would have appreciated a scarf or balaclava, too. As it was, I was definitely ready to come inside after 30 minutes! I spent part of our walk thinking about the weather pattern that has much of the country in a deep freeze, and part of it wondering if the person whose stuff I saw stashed in the doorway to the old Morton's Steak House yesterday afternoon found decent shelter last night.
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