I grew up among Bible-believing people in Minnesota, a cold weather state
when the jet stream slips and the wind blows steadily from Manitoba; it gets so cold your skin hurts, your innards clench up, and a man’s testes shrink to the size of garden peas, but — Everyone else
is just as cold as you are so don’t complain about it, this is not a personal experience,
that’s what we say, and you comfort yourself with fried eggs and bacon and you bulk up a good deal by spring, but then everyone else is fat too, so it’s not a problem.