The temperature outside was minus-13 when I awoke this morning, now minus-11 --- so we're emerging from the freezer here in the south of Iowa. But I've been knocked off the usual blogging schedule.
It's been colder farther north, where I lived for many years up near the Minnesota border. Up there, minus-13 isn't big news. So I should be used to it. But even there, they whimper. Including a friend who grew up in Clear Lake, North Iowa's ice cube.
So when I came downstairs yesterday morning at about 4 a.m., prepared to write, the National Weather Service report said minus-22 --- I went back upstairs, turned the electric blanket up a notch and went back to sleep.
Something similar happened this morning; didn't even bother to come downstairs; glanced at minus-13 on the phone, turned off the bedside lamp and went back to sleep. It's going to be above zero tomorrow morning and I'll no longer have that excuse.
The most inspiring sight yesterday morning was neighbor Nash Cox's vintage (think 1950s) pickup warming up in front of the house. It started right off.
Then Tony Irving went outside and threw a pan of boiling water into the air. That was interesting --- then everyone else and his or her sister went outside and threw a pan of boiling water in the air, posted video of same and I lost interest.
Hopefully, we now can return to our regularly scheduled winter and start looking toward spring.
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