Recently – as little as 25 years ago – I was warm. I can distinctly remember being warm on at least 3 occasions. 2 of those incidents coincided with bouts of a violent stomach flu, the third lasted for about 2 years during an acrylic chenille sweater phase in the 1980’s. At all other times in my life I’ve been cold. My body temperature is naturally a degree warmer than the standard 98.6 degrees which makes me more susceptible to cold and also probably a Vampire. I can tell you right now it would be preferable to be a Vampire because if that were the case I’d have been far more careful in the sun over the years. More than once I’ve taken a look at my chickens and wondered why one of them was wearing my neck on their foot.