What follows is an exchange of emails we had this morning with Doug and Twyla. Most of this exchange was after Doug and I had walked the doggies, fulfilling the pack imperative. I had goose-bumps most of the way, although I did take my fleece jacket off after a while on the walk. The layering system, you know. It could be dangerous to work up a sweat in this frigid weather.
Here's the exchange:
Date: Sat, 28 Nov 2009 6:00 am
From: doug
To: dave
Subject: Temperature...
Dave,
It's 67 F in the kitchen this morning!
Doug
Date: Sat, 28 Nov 2009 7:15 am
From: dave
To: doug
Subject: Re: Temperature...
Doug,
I just looked at my WeatherMate... it says it's currently 64. Where's my long johns? Who do we complain to?
Dave
Date: Sat, 28 Nov 2009 7:38 am
From: doug
To: dave
Subject: Re: Temperature...
Dave,
...tuckin' back into bed to warm up!
Doug
Now we know we're really getting aclimatized (or is it traumatized?) down here. We just don't have warm enough clothes for this. I'm wearing socks, of all things, 'cause my feets are freezing! I've got sweatpants on and a fleece jacket. I need gloves, but I can't wear 'em and use the keyboard. I need a knit hat. Where's my balaclava? Doug and Twyla call it a toque - pronounced toook. Even my coffee is cold! Ick!!!