02 Nov florida has turned this buffalo boy into a gigantic wimp

It was 63 degrees this morning in St. Petersburg, Florida, but it felt like 43 to my soft ass. I’ve only been living in Florida for just over a year and this is my first time living in the Tropics—save for a three month stint in Trinidad years ago—but I’ve already become a complete wimp. I like to go out to the garden after I wake up to take my medications and have a stretch. But this morning it felt “too cold” so I retreated back inside. I hadn’t felt a temperature that low in, I’m guessing, seven months. Northerners sometimes ask me if I’ve gotten used to Florida weather. The answer is a resounding “yes.”