You know how you might do the same thing over and over and just not realize it till someone points it out?
I used to be someone who never knew the temperature or forecast. I’d make my best guess and run out the door.
I would get up as late as possible and roll out the door in whatever clothing I could find that was clean and semi-presentable and put on-able within 10 minutes. I bathe at night. And my hair is pin straight. I can get up and not even comb it and it doesn’t make any difference.
So my mornings used to be fast. And uninformed. No checking TV, no radio. Just a glance at the sky and maybe a hand against the window.
Sometimes I would freeze on the way to work. Sometimes I'd swelter in wool on a warm day. I can't even tell you how many street vendors have sold me umbrellas in the rain.
But Nick has this little thing on his wall that connects to an outdoor thermometer. And so you can look at it and know what the precise temperature is. So now I look, every morning.
And it turns out that every morning, I profess surprise.
"Fuck! It's 42 degrees! Can you believe it?"
"It's 39 degrees out there! What the fuck?"
"33 fucking degrees! How can it be that cold?"
It seems that Nick has been holding his tongue on this for some time now. And then yesterday he said, "Our mornings start in exactly the same way every day."
"Yes. You say 'fuck' and express your surprise at the temperature."
"And Lis, you're the only one who is shocked and horrified by the temperature. Every. Single. Day."
I've gotta admit, it's true.
Fuck! Can you believe it?