There really aren’t words for how much I hate being cold. The winter doesn’t have too much to recommend itself to me, outside of holiday socks, and steaming mugs of tea or cocoa. It looks pretty enough, with areas blanketed in snow, or the bare beauty of tree limbs, but I’ve never enjoyed being out in that kind of weather.
And I believe it dislikes me, too.
I was reminded recently of how the cold, dry air hates me–I cut my knuckle on the plastic lid on a cup of soup.
This isn’t, by far, the strangest thing I’ve cut myself on–that list includes a microwave door, a faucet, a toasted bagel, and assorted plastic caps and lids.
Picture me, staring in wounded silence at my lunch, before wrapping a napkin around my knuckle, and getting on with my lunch. (I added a bandage later, and can’t bend that finger all the way anymore.) So remember, everyone, keep your skin hydrated, or any roughly 90 degree edge can break it.
There’s all kinds of dangers lurking in the winter chill, from tender noses, to viruses, to mounds of snow blocking people in, and slippery, icy roads. Take care of yourself out there!