It's sunny and 16 fucking degrees as I write. BRRR! Was down to 14 when I went to bed last night, so not much warmer. We have 3 to 5 inches of white stuff all over the gound, atop a solid glaze of ice. That's why you don't see any traffic on the roads in this news video, though the freeways are open. Temps won't get above freezing until Tuesday afternoon, for a little while.
M.P. and I are hunkered down and huddled up in our drafty old bungalow, using all available methods of heat generation and retention - gas furnace, electric fireplace, and multiple layers of clothing. I highly recommend fleece-lined flannel shirts - even in bed. And we're not leaving the house until the icy white is all gone. |
| Click to enlarge. N.B. - This is a color photograph. |
To keep up our morale, last night M.P. made sausage-and-chicken gumbo, with potato salad and fried oysters on the side; it doesn't get any better than that! And I hunted up The Birdcage, which we haven't seen in years; still a comedic treat. We watched it as we ate our dinner at the kitchen bar, followed by hot coffee and the last two slices of homemade chess pie, flavored with a drop of orange liqueur.
My heart aches for you Yankee boys, really it does.
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