sub-arctic frigid horrifyingly freezing cool this morning. I'm not complaining. Are you proud of me? You should be.
My friends, it's April. Mid-April, even. The thermometer ought to be in the 80's on a daily basis. My windows ought to be open day and night. I ought to be slathering aloe on my sunburn.
Instead, I sit here in front of my computer, typing on the cold keys with my numb fingers. There's a space heater at my feet. It's on... high. I am no longer speaking to our local meteorologist. I hold him personally responsible. Frigid little children are chattering their teeth waiting for the school bus outside my window. I had to put an extra blanket on the bed last night. And, turn the ceiling fan off.
It's cold outside. It's April. Mid-April. Whoever said life is fair?
But, I'm not complaining.