It's freaking COLD outside. Not that I need to tell any of you that if you live in most of the continental United States. I took this snapshot of the weather on my phone a little while ago, but I really should have taken it last night or this morning - when it was 2 degrees. Really, 2? Can ya spare it, Mother Nature?
My hands are cold, my feet are cold, my house is cold. We ran out of wood for the wood stove about a week or two ago. The dog, who used to love to lie behind the wood stove, has taken to lying on the miscellaneous blankets on the couch. Winter was a lot more fun when my house was warmer. You might say that "it's colder than…" Fill in your favorite phrase here. If you go to google, and search "colder than," you will find the phrase I was actually thinking of.
"I'm cold" I texted my friend a little while ago.
"We're all cold." she said, "We're in cold hell."
It reminded me of the final scene in Dante's Inferno… the icy wasteland, Satan gnawing on his three victims in the center...
Yup - pretty cold down there...
Well, if that was the case, "we just have to climb down Satan's hairy back and we can get the HELL out of here." I texted back.
If you don't believe me, google it - look for the end of the Inferno section.
Personally, I really would rather just wait for Spring.
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