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Its official; I have been ruined by Texas. The temperature has dropped from about 80 degrees (that’s Fahrenheit, you silly Europeans) yesterday to a mere 30 degrees today for no apparent reason. I am now finding it impossible to achieve a comfortable degree of warmth, no matter how many layers of clothing I put on. What really irks me about the current situation is that growing up back in Spokane, Washington, I used to bust out the short-sleeve shirts when May rolled around and the temperature hit 40 degrees. In fact, I believe it’s a few degrees above absolute zero up there right now. When I first moved here, I used to laugh at the local Texans as they turned blue and loudly bemoaned temperatures below 80. Now I find myself huddled in a wretched, shivering ball, wearing two sweatshirts (A&M “sweat” shirts are apparently made out of willowy, silk-thin fabric specially designed to retain zero warmth), a coat, fuzzy slippers, and wool stocking cap. My thermostat tells me its 70 degrees in here, but I’m convinced that it’s a dirty liar. |
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