OK, now,
As I post this it is 13 degrees F and there is a -3 Wind Chill outside in the forest that surrounds my old farm house. Inside it is comfy cool to me but freezing to my wifey. To us Iowegians it feels balmy, that is because of the way we eat, drink and dress. Our solid outdoor farming work ethics, i.e. work til ya drop then have supper and bed after a full pot of black coffee, gives us the inner strength to git 'r done in almost no clothes at all. Since we generally feel hot during most Winter months and have little or no consideration for heavy wool clothing, a sleeveless T, knee-length shorts, a Vikings baseball hat and mud boots most likely can be seen on almost anyone working in these climes. To get away with that you must be from a direct lineage of Norsemen, particularly those that paddled over with the saga Vikings.
So, here I is, dressed as such above, a Viking son-of-sons-of-same, sweating in 13 degree temps. When it was 30 below air temp I did put on a flannel short-sleeve shirt for a 1/2 hour to warm my shoulders but got overheated, go figure. I emphasize with those of thin blood as my wifey of 45 plus years reminds me daily I should get dressed, I simply shrug and tell her to put on her insulated long janes and pour another cup of hot coffee. I can generally duck the thrown pot but sometimes I get dinged like this morning. Ah, well, such is life!
Best regards and keep the cooking fire going!
'Ol Gabe