Exit the warm, improperly prepared, for the sudden downpour, from the mailbox back. Bills got the shelter of my coat, they would soak me later, but for now humongus splotches of nature spit icy rain in my face. Drenching me with January's pre-snow, while a cold blast of the old North wind, accentuated the bitter bite of the rain-sleet slop. I stepped through the front door, dripping on the hall floor, and quite ridiculously, as most humans do, I immediately immersed myself in another shower. Some hot massaging spray, to invigorate my frosted flesh, and then a good book, and the fire drained all the dampness free of my flesh.