Right now, as I type this, it’s 2ºC/34ºF. The house I moved into must be insulated with a sheet of paper or something because almost every morning for the past several weeks, it’s been like this. When I lived in Texas, this was a yearly occurrence. This was really nothing out of the usual for oh, maybe a week out of the year. It’s been ongoing here though. And I’m really sick of it.
My thinking is that you can always bundle up when you’re cold. When you’re hot, you have limited options to cool yourself off. It seems that I could wear 7 layers of clothes and still be cold. My husband and I freeze our tails off almost every single morning and getting up is a chore. I just managed to wake up early because I need to go to work. (I ended up working late last night, 11:30 pm late, and then having to go in this morning–but that’s okay. I get to work my fun job today.) It is freezing. I’ve got the heater going, but my fingers are like icicles.
That brings me to another issue. Remember how I am going back to the USA at the end of the year? That means that I get my winter from about June until the end of August here in Australia, then right when it’s going to warm up, I am heading for winter again. No good summer for me, but missing out on the flies might make it worth it. They’re pretty bad, but I’ve complained about that a lot already.
My favourite time of the year is usually winter-time, but I’ve decided that I only like winter when I’ve got a good heater. It’s times like this when I really miss the central heating I had in the USA. I’ve only had it one place I’ve lived in while I’ve been in Australia and stupid me didn’t even use it except twice.
Anyway, here’s hoping that I don’t trip and shatter into millions of pieces. Stay warm out there, my fellow Aussies.