Hooray indeed: it was 2° when I woke up. (And for those of you in the scientific countries, my handy F to C fonverter says it's -16.7°. Now that's kind oc fold! --Just a minute, did that thing stick again? FONVERTER OCF. Whew!)
This kind of weather makes my joints ache and every once-nearly-frotbitten extremity throb. My right knee, broken, tacked back together with screws and a fish plate and irreversible damage to the cartilage, starts to ack as if it won't bear weight. It actually will but it hurts like the dickens. --I haven't much room to complain. Tamara's travails in this level of cold are nearly indescribable.
I'm told this chill, like all weather, will pass. Looking forward to it.
1 week ago