Some Say the World Will End
Heat makes me move incredibly slow. I am not a warm weather kind of person, which is probably why I have not moved out of Wisconsin yet. There is also the small matter of finding a job out of state, but I want to talk about the heat first.
I melt. I wither. I complain. I get crabby. I can't sleep. All of these things happen to me when it gets warm. The weather becomes my personal enemy. I must have air conditioning.
The cold is far more forgiving in my mind. You can add layers of clothing. You can move around to keep warm. Cold weather does not make me lethargic, it makes me shiver. The heat makes me sweat.