Thirteen is the magic number

When I was a kid, my mom wouldn't let us go outside and play unless the temperature was "in the teens." I used to call the "Time & Temperature" lady and then wait all morning for the temp to pass 12 degrees so we could go outside and do whatever it was that we did back then.

I wish I still had some shred of desire to go outside and play when the temperature hit the teens, but I do not. Not even a shred. I just wrapped a blanket around my head to walk the dog, and I bribed him with a bone to hurry it up.

Unless you are 8 years old and have a puffy blue snowsuit and a mother to mummy-wrap you in a hand-knit 10-foot scarf, cold weather is not much fun.