For the almost 2 years I have been in Victoria, I have poked a sort of playful and joyful fun at the people who dress for winter here.
They are wearing wool coats and hats and scarves and mittens. I am wearing a cardigan.
On Monday night, waiting for the plane’s ground grew to bring my carry on suitcase to me from the cargo hold, I was wrapping my arms around me.
I was thinking “wow, it’s a bit chilly.”
Ladies and gentlemen, I had left a literal blizzard. It was -15C when I left home. It was freezing at home.
And I was shivering, here in Victoria. Where I come to warm up.
All I can really say in my defense – at home in Alberta – well, at least there it’s a dry cold.