capitulation

Okay, I give up. I live in an icebox. I could throw meat on a sidewalk and it'll still be good in 2 weeks. My hands are red and cracked, and I have an annoying habit of slipping and falling on the sidewalk. Running is out of the question, and only a few pints of brew seem to get rid of the chill. It's days like these that I miss the warm, breezy winter of Texas.