Got up and out early today, after a late night last night, to meet friend of friend. Walked dogs again yesterday, and that was good, though quite cold. Today, Sunday, won't see 10 degrees F in these parts.
I like having the luxury of (occasionally) living, fairly comfortably, through days of extreme-ish temps like this. Cold more than hot, I think. Hey, another female cardinal! Wonder if they're lesbians. Haven't seen a boy all day. Anyway, there's a different kind of respect for nature/"the environment" in this sort of dangerous weather, vs. the more dramatic stormy varieties. Something kind of wonderfully simple & matter of fact about how the mere/sheer temperature could kill you. Makes one pay attention to very simple things that, in these circumstances, are vital to staying, uh, vital. Alive. Existant.
But my feet ARE cold.
If I came into a lot of money, I'd look into having heat put in under these floors.
