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At work today I pinpointed my problem. I’m afraid of being cold.
OK, maybe not afraid, but weary of being assaulted by sub-zero temperatures.
The mere 6 block walk to Adam’s daycare leaves my face and legs frozen.
I hate it. I stuffed my mittens in my backpack this morning, they’re still wet.
I am dumb.
As I’m trudging down Wilson street cursing the City of Madison for poor side walk cleaning I determine that I’m hypothermophobic. Of course in the hot, hot summer I’m hyperthermophobic, but August is a long ways away. I resolve to enjoy the hot weather more this year. To be outdoors with the heat, humidity and mosquitos as much as humanly possible. My garden and outdoor projects demand that I spend more time outside.

I’m pondering the word hypothermophobia and realize this isn’t a new idea.
Frigophobia.

It annoys me. Not the right word.
The Germans have a lovely word – Weltschmerz.
I think the word I really need is Kalteschmerz or maybe Winterschmerz.
Just weary of winter, of cold… Pessimistic it will ever end…