My east coast co-workers have this idea that if I’m from Utah that I am better accustomed to the cold than they are. They are wrong. This morning I was walking the two blocks between my hotel and the office when I was slapped in the face with an icy wet wind so cold that I yelled, reflexively, “God damn!” as if I had stubbed a toe.
I had planned, for dinner, to find a sushi restaurant. But I had some work to do. And frankly it was too cold to leave the hotel. So I stayed in. However, this is the view from my hotel’s restaurant. Try not to feel too badly for me.