Cold, cold nights

I hate the cold. I'd rather wake up sweaty than shivering. I'd rather walk on a cloudless, scorching summer day than in the rain.

Preferences, of course. Weakness? Maybe.

It's so cold I don't even need a fan at night and I still wake up with my skin prickling from the cool damp air. But I look at this as a chance to train myself against the cold.

I could use a sheet. Or wear a thicker shirt. But no. I resolve to wear sando and shorts in the house, regardless of the cold. I will learn to love the cold. Even if it kills me... or gives me the sniffles.