The walk home from work isn’t a particularly long one, but when you are walking face-first into the wind on a cold day, it can be a difficult one. Maybe it’s a bit macho, maybe a bit of a deathwish, but I walked the entire way without even bothering to cover up or buckle the jacket. My philosophy is that if you can’t tough it out in November+December, then you are not going to be able to survive January+February. Get that thick skin going early.
I did stop at an Ethiopian (I think) restaurant on the way, though. Leaving the desert-y decor and the wooden camel statues and the general “should be hotter than it is” feel, I was promptly brought back to the cold harsh Canadian reality. What did I see? Very very very light and brief, but definite snow flurries. Oh yeah.