Good Morning, Helen-nam.

I have come to a conclusion.

Another one, yes. I do seem to come to them often, and it's starting to annoy me, because not only do I come to them, I usually don't see them right away and end up tripping over them, everything goes flying... it's a mess.

This conclusion didn't trip me, though. It stopped me right in my tracks and made me want to run back inside.

You see, my life began in a hospital who's air conditioning sucked and the weather outside was a bright and shiny 105 in the shade. I was MEANT for warmth. Today is not so warm. Let me explain how this conclusion stopped me. I was walking very calmly out of my door in my short-sleeved white shirt and my khaki capris, the usual flip flops on my feet, with my laundry basket in hand. I opened my front door and dropped the basket, grabbed my brown sweater, the one that has gotten me through about 7 or 8 Tucson winters with no problem. It was rather nipply out there, as my loving husband would say.

Armed with my sweater, I figured I would be fine. I should have known better given the ridiculous amount of goosebumps on my legs before I left the doorstep. I continued walking to the laundry and all of a sudden, this.... WIND comes swooshing up and smacks me in the face so hard it took my breath away AND IT WAS COLD!!! It came right through my trusty sweater, right through my t-shirt and wham, I was shivering like a scared chihuahua in seconds. I had to brace myself not to go back in the house, put on a sweatshirt and jeans and THEN come back out.

I have been cold before. I have spent nights in the Arizona desert without a heater. I have spent one long night in a bed in a hotel without heat at Ft. Knox in January (with all my clothes on, and I do mean ALL of them).

My conclusion:

I am not built for Tennessee weather. I don't have thick-enough blood. This lead me to another conclusion.

I'm not leaving my bed until June of 2010. Sorry, everyone. It's for my own safety.