What I wore to work today: A stretchy ribbed camisole underneath a stretchy long-sleeved fitted top underneath a cotton T-shirt underneath a ski jacket (consisting of a thick fleece jacket inside of a water- and wind-proof nylon jacket), and fuzzy lavender-striped socks underneath full-length thick cotton Danskin leg warmers underneath jeans. And two pairs of stretchy cotton gloves. And a fleece scarf. (And my stupid vest and my stupid hard hat. And my awesomely adorable size-5 work boots.)
Climates for which I was appropriately dressed: Siberia, Alaska, the North or South Pole, a Swiss Alps summit, Greenland, or 2 a.m. in Chicago at the beginning of January.
The actual ambient temperature outside: 60 degrees Fahrenheit
Fact 1: I was not tempted to burst into tears and curl up into a little huddled ball of not-warmth and die from hypothermia for 9 straight hours the way I was yesterday, when I just had on a thin cotton long-sleeved shirt and thin cotton pants.
Fact 2: I was still really cold and hid in my truck whenever I had downtime.
This may or may not have something to do with the fact that on Monday, I mercilessly insisted to someone that he was a pansy. Investigation is pending. Right after I peel my melted self off the heater.