old, cold and skeery

Cold weather at the moment with more, allegedly, in the offing. It's -2 Fahrenheit just now. A trip onto the porch leaves me literally and metaphorically shivering. The cold is so loud.

It reminds me of a line from one of my favorite movies, "Jeremiah Johnson."

"You got skeery in your old age?" was the approximate question.

"Skeery" hits the nail pretty much on the head. See, hear, touch, taste, smell -- at the extremes of what is useful, there seem to be no handholds.