Baby, it’s cold

I’m an icicle right now. I just came in from out there where it’s currently -8°F and the wind is, I don’t know how hard it is, but it’s windy and the wind chill is —

(For those of you who might live in warm places: wind chill is when you take air temperature and add it to wind speed and the result is what the air feels like to you and your soft, beautiful, skin. Some people, like weather forecasters, stopped using the term “wind chill” and use the term “feels like” instead. Like: “It’s 5 degrees outside and with the wind the feels like temperature is -10 degrees.” I personally still like “wind chill” because it sounds cooler and because I already know what it “feels like”. It feels like it’s cold! How cold? I don’t know, what’s the wind chill?)

— is like 500 degrees or something below 0°F.

I bought some ginger tea with a hint of lemon the other day and it tastes good right now. Except it’s not strong enough.

Anyway, forget about me. I’m no longer an icicle. Here’s a picture of an icicle. This is a piece of ice that swallowed up a small branch of an arborvitae (I think that’s what the bush is?) like a frozen version of The Blob and then it dropped down into the ‘icle’ (from the adjective “icky” no doubt) part of the icicle.

If you’re anywhere in this part of the US, stay safe and stay warm.

(The bright red in the graphic above is area covered by a blizzard warning. The pink is a winter storm warning. There’s a lot of cold folks up here. The purple arrow points to where I am.)

(Where I’d rather be is somewhere down around Key West, FL)