Cold

This is supposed to be the coldest day of the winter. Schools are closing simply on the projected temperatures (in combination with wind chill adjustments). Roads are a complete mess. And there are plenty of people out there who still haven't learned how to drive in these precarious conditions. Best for everyone to stay off the roads, if you ask me.

Cheryl and Mary have been able to stay off the roads (mostly) and safely at home (mostly) these last couple of days, and they are off tomorrow as well, but this is not to say that they have been sitting around the house relaxing. This is not something I would say at all. Because that would be the end of me! They are busy, busy, busy. Accomplishing things. Making things. Doing things. While I sit around complaining about my sore throat and my sore head and my sore back (from shoveling snow) and my sore fingers (from not wearing the right gloves when shoveling snow) and my sore lungs (from breathing subzero air); and complaining about the snow piling up on the cars outside and the cold air piling up in the garage the tasks piling up in my To-Do list at work because I'm still trying to figure out what I'm doing.

But there is hope for the future. Tomorrow the temperature is supposed to slowly climb back up to a balmy 19⁰ F (-7⁰ C) and we'll finally be able to go outside for longer than fifteen minutes without encountering frostbite.

And maybe, just maybe, we'll crawl back up to 31⁰ F (-0.5⁰ C) by Saturday night!

Meanwhile, Adam and Mary joined us for Taco Tuesday dinner, and Mary provided home-made donuts. That's how we survive these cold Michigan winter evenings.