Frost on the inside of the windows indicates an Artic Inland Hurricane. The Polar Vortex of 2014, North Pole Blast, or whatever you want to call the damn frigid temperatures. The snow squeaks as you quickly stride along. It is fascinating to watch boiling water vaporize when you toss it into the air. A friend of mine froze a t-shirt within a couple minutes of laying it on the ground. Alas, skin freezes within five minutes and a person could die within an hour.
My poor furnace is struggling to keep the cold at bay. My poor pocketbook when I have to pay for these temperatures. I keep the house cool, 58 degrees, but that seems tropical compared to the outside wind-chill. These are the days when I wonder the sanity of residing in the middle of the continent. Dreaming of the tropics…
Spent Sunday, January 5th, at home. Weather has turned too cold to venture outside. I don’t like to go out when it is below zero Fahrenheit. Sort-of watched “Prometheus” it was not a stunning film. Fast-forwarded through the gory parts, I didn’t want nightmares. Viewed “The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey” fine film. Utilized the forwarding button for songs and fight scenes. I’d like to see the second film as soon as it moves to the cheap theaters. I was perfectly content to have both cats snuggling with me on the couch. Tilly curled up on my chest several times for extra attention. Her e-collar is bothering her but I don’t dare to remove it until the stitches are taken out or later.
Photo is Tilly wearing her soft Elizabethan collar.
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