Confidentially, between just you and me, that is about 70 degrees lower than my comfort zone.
Uncomfortably Numb is my middle name from sometime in November all the way through sometime in May or June.
As my husband relaxes in the recliner, in shorts and a t-shirt, I sit carefully layered with fleece bottoms, a long sleeved t-shirt, turtleneck, and at least 1-2 fleece tops. He is comfy. I am still cold.
One major reason I move a lot, and perhaps have been accused of being hyper over the years, is that moving warms me up.
Therefore in mathematical and scientific equations: Comfort = Moving.
So, as that 11 degree readout mocked me today, I decided to move!
A walk versus a drive to the library seemed in order.
Along the way I saw beauty, helped and visited with a friend, breathed in some wonderful fresh air, and felt overall victorious over my arch enemy of seasons ~ winter.
I am a Putnamaniac that went way outside my comfort zone on my winter wandering today ~ and decided I did not have a screw loose at all, but just like to do what I don't think I can do or want to do sometimes!