Barbarian's Curmudgeonly Rantings

It's the 6th of January, right? I still live in Wisconsin? So why it is that I spent just over an hour this afternoon outside down to my t-shirt and jeans (no long underwear)? I actually got some of the things accomplished in the garage that I've been meaning to do since we moved in back in September, including bring in a medium sized pile of wood to begin drying off for when it turns cold again. (OK, that's only been on my list since we started using the fireplace in December, but I got it done by Gods!) I stopped working when I injured myself with a knife while opening a block of suet. Oops. I tell you there's nothing that'll get bookwurm downstairs faster than "Hey sweetie, can you bring the bandaids and some Neosporin, please?"

Of course I'll admit that I've gotten a little acclimated to our usual sub-freezing temperatures here, but while I'm wandering around outside in a t-shirt I can't help but wondering about the guys out on the lake ice fishing in this weather ...