Walking to the bus stop yesterday morning - 17 degrees! - I put my hands in my pockets to find...only one glove. That's it. The next pair of gloves I buy I am attaching with a long string and running it through my coat.
Bitter wind blew through me as I waited for the bus. Twenty degrees is cold for the PNW. It is currently unfathomable to me that I lived in Ohio and survived 10 winters in the Midwest.
