This morning, the temperature at my bus stop was 1°F (-17°C), according to the thermometer in my car. The wind chill, according to local weather radio, was -21°F (-29°C).
The bus was 20 minutes late.
I thought I was being smart by catching the later bus, which is to say the bus that comes after the sun has risen. Ha.
I’m proud to say, though, that I was the only person not shivering. I know how to dress for cold weather. Sure, I might look like a dork, but I’m a comfortable dork.
It’s true what they say: there’s no such thing as bad weather, only bad clothing.