I woke up in a closet.

This morning after I missed the 7:47 M train, I stood on the platform at Fresh Pond Road and thought, wow it’s really cold outside — yet 21 degrees is still nothing compared with Western New York chills.  The difference between 21 degrees and negative 7 degrees is one temperature makes you wear bulky, usually uncomfortable parkas and hats, but the other seals you indoors and freezes your nose-hairs and all of the tears in your eyes if you do decide to leave your house to, say, go to the liquor store to wait out the chill with a drink that warms you from the inside (which causes you to polish off the entire bottle in one night which in return leaves you with a hangover that can only be waited out in the comfort and darkness of bed).

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