really warm socks."Hey, what's the temperature out?" I hollered at Joe this morning from the bedroom, as I was trying to decide whether to wear warm socks, or
Sounds of a keyboard being typed on. "37," he hollered back.
37? I thought to myself. 37. Umm, 37, 37. "Uhhh..."
"You need that in Celcius?"
"Uhhh... yeah. Yeah, I do."
37F is 2.7C, a number I now find much easier for calibrating clothing. I feel that I have reached some sort of minor milestone here.