It was time to shovel snow again. Wet, heavy snow, that either will melt away in the next couple of days, or compact and freeze into a sheet of ice. I don’t want to take that risk, so away it goes.

It’s 17 degrees indoors and around zero outside, and yet I can almost go out in the same clothes that I wear inside. Adding mittens and a hat and proper footwear, and maybe a super thin waterproof layer to keep me dry. The (fairly light) physical activity suffices to get my body temperature up enough to compensate for the twenty-degree difference.