Middling

I’m not a man of extremes. Well, emotional extremes, yes. But not physical extremes. I like the middle. I like 78 degrees.

I’m not a fan of being too hot.
But I hate being cold, too.

I like it just right.

Same with food.

I’m not saying that I couldn’t survive a mountain winter if you dropped me out of a helicopter with only a decent coat and a knife. Or that I won’t eat a cold burger. It’s just that I prefer things to be at their prime greatness.

So there’s that.