I knew it would be cold this morning. The forecast and chatter in the office prepared me, yet when I woke up this morning and saw 5°F on my phone (with the real feel an unspeakably low number), my stomach still did a little flip. Chicago, Minneapolis, Detroit–they’re the cities that are supposed to record such low temperatures, not Brooklyn. I felt like the little boy on A Christmas Story. As I bundled up for the morning commute, I could barely move. There was no chance for a long goodbye with my husband–the number of layers I wore were NOT appropriate for indoors and I was already burning up just walking down the stairs. However as soon as I stepped outside, I immediately wished I had found a way to put on the 15th layer.