The Weather is Here, Wish You Were Beautiful!

Brrrrr!  It's cold!

The day we arrived was sunny and warm.  The weather was a bit breezy, but is was overall a quite lovely day.  We were jet-lagged and stressed out, so we stayed inside.  We got settled in, ran across the street to load up on some groceries and test out our credit cards, then just tried to stay awake until it was time to go to bed.

The next day we tackled the Metro trip to the Eiffel Tower and walked around that area before heading home early--not wanting to do too much with the kids while they were still adjusting to the time change.

Silly, stupid us!  Those days (over a week ago now) were the warmest two since we've arrived!  Then sun has been conspicuously absent and our mittens are now close friends.

I know, I know--April in Paris is still April!  But the interesting thing is to see how much a swing of about five degrees in temperature can make or break a day for us, in terms of walking outside.  Sun would be nice, but slightly warmer days, even if a little drizzly, are MUCH appreciated.

So it's about temperature, not sunshine.  Granted, my Seasonal Affected Disorder-prone husband blooms in the sun like a day lily when he sees it, but when we can walk outside without gloves without shivering, it makes all the difference in the world.

Another strange part of travel that he noticed while doing a long stint of Asian travel for ex-work is what I call the Body Temperature Whacked-Out Phenomenon.  At 7 PM every night, I start to get cold.  I put on every item of clothing I packed, snuggle up in a blanket or jump in a hot-enough-to-blanche-broccoli bath, but I'm still cold.  Bryan's wanders around in a short-sleeved shirt and I beg him to bring me hot tea.  It passes after an hour or so.

Bryan's theory is that it has something to do with Circadian rhythms.  It's always when I'm tired, so he thinks it's my body trying to slow down and get me in bed.  I *always* go to bed cold.  I wear sweats and socks.  I often sleep on a heating pad that shuts off after an hour of warming my spine.  Then I wake up between 2 and 4 AM, blazing with hot flashes.  I tear the clothes off, throwing them around the room in a dazed huff and then trip over them sleepily in the morning.  "What idiot threw these socks here?"  "Oh, yeah, I did."

Okay, I'm off to put another blanket on.