Now, I know it's November. And I know it's supposed to turn cold in November so we'll have snow by Christmas. I know that.
But I'm still cold. Not just chilly or feeling like the weather is crisp. No, I'm cold. C.O.L.D.
(Spoiler alert for those in my family who think it's funny that we always talk about the weather - I'm going to talk about the weather.)
Sunday was in the 60s. Monday the temperature dropped and we got a dusting of snow, some of which is still caught in the grass. Yesterday the north wind blew and the high was in the 20s. Today was more of the same. But yesterday I got to go to a football game. An outdoor football game. And it was cold. Frigid. You-must-be-kidding-me-that-I'm-standing-out-here-freezing kind of cold.
Now I don't mind the cold. I know it's a fact here in Nebraska that we will have cold days. I just wish we'd had a couple days of transition. You know, one day the high is in the 60s. The next it's in the 50s. The next it's in the 40s, and then we hit 30s. That would have been a little easier to deal with than the sudden extreme change. At least we could have pulled out the warmer clothes and been prepared.
I was wearing layers at the football game, but the wind was the kind of wind that goes right through you. When I got back to my car at halftime, I couldn't feel my finger against my camera's shutter button or on the on/off switch. I haven't been that cold in a very long time. Maybe ever.
I spent the majority of the second half in the car listening to the game on the radio. I got back out at the end as the team I was covering pulled out a come-from-behind win so I could get reaction shots. I have no idea what I got. Within a couple minutes I shivering again and my notes on those final plays are essentially illegible.
But it's November. And it's Nebraska. And it's cold. Welcome to winter.
