On my cold walk to work today I noticed a lot of fat sparrows.  I realized they must be puffed up in response to the frigid temperatures.  Boy I was stunned when I walked out the door and was blasted by freezing air.  I never really warmed up on my entire walk.

The cold affects my life in a number of ways.  Last night for instance I was at a bar with friends.  We were all leaving.  I stepped outside to wait for them, feeling ill at ease in the crowded bar with no purpose other than waiting to go.  But once I got outside, I was immediately went back in, seeking warmth again.  Like an animal.