After having “survived” walking, and waiting for buses and trains, in recent temperatures of -30C without wind chill, I’m almost enjoying myself in the mere -10C of today.

Where previously I might have been wondering if I’d ever get in from the cold alive, I’m now only slightly uncomfortable. In comparison, I actually don’t mind at all.

At some point I need to get a new zipper put into my jacket (it broke recently, and I’ve been forced to fasten it with its buttons only) but, suprisingly, it’s kept me warm enough during the deep freeze despite being fastening challenged. In fact, I’d put a zipper in at this point more for ease of use than for functional utility.