Ten and the Cold
Over the course of the last two days, the temperatures in ABQ dropped.
Now, I don't mean that everything is suddenly freezing, as in, "the thermometer is down where water freezes." It hasn't hit that point quite yet, hovering in the low 40s instead, but when it'd been mostly in the 50s and 60s, that is a sudden chill. And amusingly, it just happens to line up with the DST switch, so now it is not only dark early, but chilly at the same time. Winter is come! at least by human standards.
And I adore it. (Well, perhaps not the early darkness. There's something really, really dark about it. Ain't perception great?)
I am fond of talking about my troll brain - which I may have explained before, but that was sometime ago, so eh - which is something from the Discworld. Trolls, the sapient rock species, get smarter in the cold; it's a play on how superconductors work, and an interesting twist that's been exploited more than once in the books. Chalk up to my northern - and Northern - ancestry, but cold feels like it has much the same effect on me. I like cold nights; I like the bracing feeling of the chill, and I feel as if I become just ever more aware in these months of low temperatures than those of not.
Which doesn't necessarily make it easy to get out of bed into the cold, as I found tonight; a short nap turned into a much longer one because I stirred into the cold and my brain went, "No, don't leave these covers!"...and I listened, bah. But now, now as I need to work, I have armored up for it: sweatshirt over undershirt, arm warmers over fingerless gloves, and pants. No socks, though, not yet; it's not cold enough yet for me to work in socks. One must have standards, after all.
And for a random, final reminder to this post: VOTING TOMORROW, go go go! If you haven't already. I will be out in the chill, airing out my long sleeve shirts and hopefully not having to bounce between a million polling places as I have done in the past. We shall see, though!
Now, I don't mean that everything is suddenly freezing, as in, "the thermometer is down where water freezes." It hasn't hit that point quite yet, hovering in the low 40s instead, but when it'd been mostly in the 50s and 60s, that is a sudden chill. And amusingly, it just happens to line up with the DST switch, so now it is not only dark early, but chilly at the same time. Winter is come! at least by human standards.
And I adore it. (Well, perhaps not the early darkness. There's something really, really dark about it. Ain't perception great?)
I am fond of talking about my troll brain - which I may have explained before, but that was sometime ago, so eh - which is something from the Discworld. Trolls, the sapient rock species, get smarter in the cold; it's a play on how superconductors work, and an interesting twist that's been exploited more than once in the books. Chalk up to my northern - and Northern - ancestry, but cold feels like it has much the same effect on me. I like cold nights; I like the bracing feeling of the chill, and I feel as if I become just ever more aware in these months of low temperatures than those of not.
Which doesn't necessarily make it easy to get out of bed into the cold, as I found tonight; a short nap turned into a much longer one because I stirred into the cold and my brain went, "No, don't leave these covers!"...and I listened, bah. But now, now as I need to work, I have armored up for it: sweatshirt over undershirt, arm warmers over fingerless gloves, and pants. No socks, though, not yet; it's not cold enough yet for me to work in socks. One must have standards, after all.
And for a random, final reminder to this post: VOTING TOMORROW, go go go! If you haven't already. I will be out in the chill, airing out my long sleeve shirts and hopefully not having to bounce between a million polling places as I have done in the past. We shall see, though!