Minus 3 Degrees

I thought it felt cold when I started the car yesterday. Usually I check the weather before I go out, but Kiel is sleeping in the living room, and I didn't want to disturb him. I had actually thought about walking to work, trying to get back in the swing of a healthy lifestyle, but as soon as I poked my nose out the door, I abandoned that idea.

Baby, my wonderful little Malibu, complained when I turned the key, but she started after the first little whine. I had the dubious reward of opening the Library after our season of vacation. I parked as close to the back door as possible and took out my ID card for the door swipe before I shut off the engine. Even with my scarf wound around my face, I thought my ears would fall off before I got to the loading dock.

It tricky figuring out how to breath properly when the air is so cold. If you inhale through your nose, the little hairs in there all shout in protest, then stick to the lining of your nasal passage and refuse to do their job. One must inhale through the mouth carefully covered by a wool scarf so as to warm the oxygen to some tolerable level, then exhale through the nose to unstick the dustcatchers. Its an art form.

It wasn't until I got to choir practice that someone told me it had been minus 3 degrees this morning. There should be a law against that kind of cold! Its coming back to me more and more about the downside of living in the northeast. Ah, well. Our library's geothermal heating system was working well and we were snug and comfortable all day. Besides, I can always turn on one of the two gas fireplaces just to reassure myself that there are many ways to make the cold tolerable. Not to worry. There should be a January thaw coming sometime this month. Hang in there!