Now there is one of those very cold nights when, every time I go outdoors, my pants freeze. With each step, they brush against my legs, and are astonishingly cold. I hope I don't end up needing to wear thermal underwear this year. I've gotten by without it for two years now, and don't like the thought of going back to it. Uncomfortable stuff. But better than shivering.
Of course, I could solve the whole problem by simply not going outdoors. But, for some reason, I now get dopey and anxious if I don't go out for at least a few minutes each hour. The house is just too stuffy and confining, the night, though cold, so inviting. I am addicted to fresh air and darkness. And, if I don't go out, I won't get to see the deer, should they drop by. So, I will put up with the cold pants, and hope for a warm spell.