It’s my rosacea. I am one of 4 sun loving kids, one in Florida, one in Hawaii and one in Las Vegas. I am the only who has spent any time with seasons, snow and regular temps below 50. The furthest north I have lived is Washington state, 100 miles from the Canadian border. I would rather be cold than hot. Vacations to the beach or in the summer means tons of useless pictures, people asking if I am okay and trying to prevent my face from turning beet red. It also prevents pictures of me working in the garden or doing much of anything when it is over 85. When I tell Boomer I have to take a break when we are working out in the yard he never argues cause I always look like I might be having a heart attack.