As the days grow darker and the icy wind wraps itself around my bones, my body has had a strange and disturbing reaction. One of familiarity. Not a welcoming feeling, but a feeling that things are back to normality. That this brief time when I could walk around without a jersey was merely an anomaly. And it sure was brief, bloody hell.
This unsettles me big time. I don't think I am adapting to the cold or anything because I still need to say the words "frik it is freezing" every time my brain realises it is freezing, ie. once per minute <== goldfish syndrome. People still stare at me in disbelief when they see how cold I am.
But my body is starting to see it as normal. Normal to be shivering and cold and tired and sad all the time? Oh boy.
I should try to see this as a positive thing. Maybe with time I will grow to love winter, and maybe if I ever leave here I will actually miss winter, miss the initial burst of energy the drop in temperature brings before it all seeps out and hibernation hits. So I should appreciate the icyness and make the most of it now.
Or some such psychobabble crap.
Bring out yer
dead coats, fellow Northern Hemispherers, for the the time to battle the elements has begun once again. Who shalt win this annum?