The snow continues to fall in these parts and I continue to act like it's the end of days. I took this picture yesterday morning and it continued to snow well into the afternoon. I talked myself into going outside around five o'clock because I've been wanting a new book. I actually think it's warm now, if you can believe that, that twenty-five degrees is what I'm now considering pleasant. The last couple of weeks the temperature has been the lowest I think I've ever experienced and I'm convinced that if SML hadn't been buying groceries I'd have starved to death.
I'm exaggerating, I probably wouldn't be dead. Thinner, probably. After we got off the subway yesterday at Kenmore I told SML how lovely I thought the weather was now that it had stopped snowing and that the cold temperature wasn't really bothering me. SML replied, "That's because everything is nice when you're in a better part of the city." And just then, a large truck rushed by and splashed a wall of mud and slush onto my left side and all over my exposed neck. I laughed, loudly actually, but inside I was totally scheming a move to Los Angeles where it will be eighty degrees today. Can you even @$!#$%#!$ believe that.