Bitching About the Cold

So, the gist of the story is we're all cold. The snowball fight was cancelled, called on account of single digits. School was cancelled, for the young and the old, but the able-bodied and middle aged still go about their business, do their chores. I'm huddled quietly typing in a room at IUSB. There were plenty of parking spaces to be found. No one likes this cold. Tonight I'll put plenty of wood on the fire, keep the world spinning around. The Finlander has traveled out onto the tundra for a couple days. So be it. He'll be fine...