Oh right—It’s Winter

Walking out of work this evening I noticed a chill in the air that penetrated a bit through the leather jacket and wool sweater. Not too badly but enough that it made me think perhaps I should have thrown some gloves in the bag when I left for work this morning.

I didn’t want to put on a sweater this morning and obviously I’m avoiding anything heavier than a jacket–though I made the grand concession this morning of a scarf.

What is wrong with me? Why won’t my brain accept that it’s November, officially winter and less than three weeks until Thanksgiving? (Not to mention both siblings and a parent’s birthdays and Christmas shopping has to begin soon.) It’s acceptable to start wearing my corduroys and my wool sweaters. I’m not cheating and getting them out in late September–even though the weather this weekend kind of felt like still late September, early October.

Also–I live in Wisconsin. People understand layering for warmth here.

*sigh*…it’s going to be a long winter.