That’s what I hear.
I’ve always been better at handling heat than handling cold. Thirty below zero is just too much. The heat is uncomfortable and oppressive, but extreme cold taps into a more primal unpleasantness in my opinion. When it’s hot, I feel miserable and I look to get somewhere cool as soon as possible, but when it’s really really cold like it has been in the Midwest this winter, the moment you go outside a timer starts ticking away in your head that you’re just sure ends in dying frozen up against a tree somewhere.
I’ll take the heat. At least for now.