But I lived in a cold place for a couple of years — Pittsburgh — and couldn’t handle it. My health wasn’t good at the time. I’d gotten sick while in graduate school and being young and stupid, with illusions of immortality, didn’t follow the doctor’s orders.
As a result, my immunity was shot and for the next few years I caught just about everything that came around. Yes, I know, cold, snowy weather doesn’t cause viruses or infections, but it does mean everyone is indoors for a good part of the year, breathing on each other.
My health popped back to normal almost as soon as I’d moved to California’s milder climate and started spending more time on patios.
Pam Troy 