I've been feeling a sensation to start this New Year to which I'm not really accustomed.
I'm feeling really cold.
Yes, I know that it's January.
Yes, I know that it's Erie.
But having spent my entire life in western Pennsylvania and being somewhat, well "internally insulated," I have always been, like many of you, part of that hearty stock immune to the symptoms of a plunging thermometer.
I'm one of those who laughs and points when news stories from the south or the west show people all bundled up because the temperature dropped below 60 degrees one night.
Yet here I am this week, asking about blankets and staring at the thermostat and wondering when summer is coming.
Then it dawned on me.
For all of the things that 2011 gave us, there was one thing it didn't.
It didn't acclimatize us for the coming winter.
People in this part of the world are no different physically than people anywhere else.
Our advantage is that we get used to the cold weather.
Just like our bodies darken and tan to protect us from the summer sun, we also build our internal defenses to ward off winter's chill, making us battle hardened by the time Mother Nature is ready to roll out her worst.
But this year's wet and warm December not only made for a green Christmas; it also left me oddly unprepared for the inevitably consequences of January.
This too shall pass, of course.
Despite a forecasted weekend warm up, things will soon be back to normal, both in Mother Nature's offerings and my ability to handle it.
And like those bundled southerners, I too will be awaiting the return of spring, when we can grab our golf clubs and run outside in our shorts.
You know, the first time the temperature hits..oh 45 degrees.