Almost a year later and I’ve finally made peace with celsius. I’m no longer feeling the urge to translate the temperature into fahrenheit in order to have it make some sort of sense to me. I just know intuitively that I’m happiest when it’s around 10 degrees, below 5 requires a jacket, and anything above 25 is lousy sleeping weather. Hit 30 and I’m fantasizing about antarctic vacations.

And, really, this primal understanding of what was/is comfortable is what I did with fahrenheit oh so long ago… it’s what we all did. It’s the re-learning as an adult that’s so complicated because adults overanalyze everything. Children just accept that things are the way they are…