It is so cold here, ice has skimmed over the surface of the pond. The propane heater is working full-time to make the house barely tolerable against the elements, but one can still see his breath as he sits at the desk. Looks like this will be a day spent mostly under the covers.
I hate days like this, not so much because of the discomfort they create, but because they result in an involuntary lack of productivity.
Aliana just called and offered me a ride into town. Even though I have no pressing business there, I took her up on the offer. A chance to buy breakfast at the motor lodge, if nothing else.
Groove of the Day