I spent several hours today shoveling, clearing my deck, raking my roof (then shoveling again), and then clearing paths in the yard for the dog to use as toilet and also I cleared some paths to the bird feeders. At first, my fingers were getting cold but the hard work warmed them up.
I then brought in some woods from the woodpile, after shaking all the snow off the logs. That made my fingers cold again. But for some reason, my feet don't get that cold. Since my shoes were soaking wet and I didn't want to put them on, I went outside in my bare feet to get some wood and my feet didn't seem to mind too much.
It's not a bad time of year. I like winter, in moderation.
In the snow, barefoot! Macho! Wow.
I miss winter (which I had for the decade I lived in Switzerland).