I've been dressing for these games like Michael Stipe at a music awards show. (Read: in many layers.) Tonight I had - actually, still have - on 2 tank tops, a long sleeved shirt, 2 short sleeved shirts, 2 pairs of pants* and 2 pairs of socks. This is inside the house. At the game I added 2 sweatshirts, a fleece vest, a hooded jacket (there was a shower of rain during the game, natch), and a blanket. Even still, I forgot the gloves so my hands were miserably frozen stiff, plus my allergies to cold cropped up so that by the end of the game I itched from head to toe.
It has just been brutal this year. Usually by now there are rain and clouds to contend with, but at least it's in the 60s and a sunny day can be counted on more than once or twice in a month's time. So yeah, brutal.
But now I'm quite sleepy and cold feet or not, it's time for me to turn in. Now I'm off to contemplate how many layers to remove and how many to keep before slipping under the covers...
*This is a pair of leggings straight out of the early 1990s (which my daughter forbids me to wear outside the house...not that I would anyway, but it's fun to get her thinking I might) plus this pair of jeans I've been dithering on getting rid of because they're too big, but they're jeans. I have a hard time getting rid of relatively new clothing that cost as much as jeans do even if the item doesn't fit quite like it should. Now that I found that they have some use after all, I imagine they'll be hanging a lonely vigil in my closet for some time to come, waiting for the next day cold enough for me to need to put on 2 pairs of pants on which I'll actually be venturing outside and not curling up on the couch with a book and a blanket. Oh, who am I kidding? There's another game Friday night, so I'm sure they'll be making another appearance in tandem with the leggings then - with me shivering the whole darned time.