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Tuesday, November 30th, 2004 10:32 pm
I am firmly convinced that chilly is colder than cold. Cold hisses across your skin; chilly gets into your bones. Cold means a parka in the snow, and thin watery sunlight; chilly means trying to type with mittens in your office, and sniffles, and a deadline.

California has chilly. Of all the places I've lived*, northern California does chilly in the biggest way.

*eg Boston

(From a comment elsewhere.)
Wednesday, December 1st, 2004 04:48 am (UTC)
At the moment (4:43 AM) I'm sitting in a chair under an Easy Up in the San Mateo County Courthouse plaza. I'm wearing nylons under my jeans, wool socks and boots, a waffle-weave cotton long-sleeved undershirt, a cotton turtleneck, a Columbia fleece, a Gortex shell, gloves, a scarf and a hat. I have a fleece stadium blanket wrapped around my lower half. I'm drinking Lipton Cup-a-Soup (Chicken Noodle) and I have a 25,000 BTU space heater about four feet away, turned up to "High".

I'm fucking cold. I'm also a wimp. But there ya go.
Wednesday, December 1st, 2004 08:41 am (UTC)
Yeah, I've always been a wimp about temperature -- low, at least. I don't ditch my jacket until everyone else is in shorts, sandals, and baby-doll tees. I swear to you I stayed warmer in New England than I do here. It's harder to prepare for it here.