Summer 2011 in Texas was hot. Really hot. Dry up the lakes and crack the land hot. Even in Florida it was hot, but had the added discomfort of humidity. Not just were you hot, you were melting.
Christmas 2009 in Alaska was cold. But not too cold. Snow was three to four feet deep, and my down coat and flannel lined jeans felt wonderful.
There once was a time when I would have preferred to be hot over cold. I could get chilled to the point that my stomach would shiver and then it was impossible to get warm enough to make it stop.
But I've learned that it is harder to cool off than it is to warm up.
When my temper flares... it is harder for me to relax these days... to let go of the anger. I blame age. As I speed towards my 50th birthday, I find I have less tolerance for particular acts of stupidity... for a lack of common sense... a lack of courtesy. I wonder why the world is the way it is... haven't we learned ANYTHING the last 2000+ years?
Warming up from a chill, however, is much easier... more pleasant... and comforting. A snuggle with my dogs... a hug from my husband... feet up in front of the fireplace... thick down comforter... hot bubble bath.
Yes... I do believe I would rather be cold... than hot.