Hawaii really doesn't have seasons. Summer and February, those are the seasons, the joke runs. (February in Hawaii is pretty damn cold, considering most houses don't have heating units in them.) I got used to two-degree (one degree in celsius) temperature changes and feeling it when the wind shifted out of the southwest. Now I live in a place where the temperature can shift thirty degrees in a day, easy, and the average temperatures between summer and winter are fifty degrees apart. My body's response to this is pretty predictable; killer sinus migraines and every joint in my body hurting. The husbeast's in bad shape too.
Let's have some cheese with this whine.
ANYway, while slugging back hot tea and pills all night, I've been brooding over the history of knitting and why I hate knitting historians. Is anyone interested in hearing it, or would I just bore everyone?
Comments? Threats? Return complaints about your own weather?