I don't do well in the cold. I actually developed an allergy to it after Claire was born, which is called cold urticaria. Thankfully, I don't get hives as much, nor does my mouth itch when I eat ice cream (nor my fingers swell when I hold the bowl) anymore. But I still am not at peak performance for the six to seven months we are held in the dark season here in Wisconsin.
It's gone, and I won't accept any high temperatures less than 55F. To celebrate, we played in the dandelions.