At least it's sunny...
Something that I’m sure would not benefit those with Seasonally Affective Disorder, is the thought that folks in their graves are in a warmer environment than anyone waiting for a bus.
I mean, really! Even there, four feet below grade, the temperature is thirty degrees warmer. Why aren’t more people there?
If I had to live up there, I’d be dug in really deep. I’d put a lot of down in my hunker. Probably want to put it in my fur-lined parka too.
Sunny here, too. 30.