I Remember This: It's Called Cold

Oh, yes, B&E readers, New York City has had its first really cold day, and I don't mind telling you that I like it.

Well, I like it other than the fact that it was also 54-degrees at my job today. (In case I need to clarify, we do actually work inside.) It's sort of sad looking across at all my office mates wearing coats, scarves, and knit caps (I had my cap on too).

But that brisk walk across the Brooklyn Bridge is invigorating with a windchill in the teens. Because I layered up and because I am who I am, I did manage to get a minor sweat going, so I took off my knit cap during my walk and let that icy wind race across my scalp. It's tingly and nice.

I recommend that everyone shave their heads and enjoy that feeling for just a moment. Then you can put your hair back on.

While I was enjoying the scalpy tingle, a majorly bundled-up figure on a bicycle cried out, "Bald and no hat!" with the unmistakable tone of being impressed. That's right, Bundled-Up Figure. Bald and no hat.

No hat, that is, until I got inside.