I forgot what cold is like. Not chilly, not frozen, but cold; cold to the bone. The kind of cold that stays with you hours after you’re inside a nice warm place.
I didn’t know that San Francisco could be this cold. Some may not say it is so but when you are outside in 40 windy degrees for many hours it gets really really cold.
Having spent the past six years living in San Diego the blood thins. And you would think that living in Chicago for many many years one would be familiar with cold weather but…. nope.
One good thing I got from many years of Chicago winters is the art of bundling up in layers. I’ll need to go shopping for some thermal clothing, a few turtle necks, thicker socks and a warmer hat.