Beware the storms of February! Not exactly beware the ides of March, but still has a nice ring to it. Last night the mercury dropped to -25 at the coldest, this morning it was hovering at the -20 mark when I left for my meeting. That is probably the coldest it has been since I moved to this land. And even though it was a tad bit chilly it did not seem as cold as it was yesterday. What a difference a bit of wind makes.
The hubby, bless his pointy little head, has fixed the heater in my car, and put some stuff in the front grill to make it a lot less susceptible to being cold as all get out...cold enough to freeze the balls off a brass monkey...colder than a well digger's ass...cold enough to freeze hell over...and the cliches are done...in my car. So I was actually quite toasty on my drive today. Yay me.
Well poetry critiquing went as it usually does...blech. I'm pretty sure I wouldn't hate it as much if I actually wrote the stuff, or was somehow invested in it, but unfortunately at this stage of my life I just can't seem to work up any enthusiasm for it. Maybe when the spring springs around here I will be all glorying in the burgeoning of life, the universe, and everything, and I will become motivated to write poetry, maybe...but I doubt it. Sigh.
Anyway such is life, and such is the life of a wanna be writer. But in the mean time we have prepared for the impending storm of doom which is predicted to hit us sometime this evening, and snow a little, then work itself up into a real howler and then drop a ton of snow on us tomorrow. I did my part by hacking up a couple of pieces of wood as kindling, buying milk, eggs, bread, and then coming home and settling in for a day of hanging in the house until such time as we need to go out and shovel ourselves out. Happy storm day all.
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