It's cold. It's really cold.
Too cold to do anything but stay inside and occasionally say, "It's cold. It's really cold." I've been wearing more layers than a Mexican dip and taking in a steady stream of hot tea, but the temperature keeps dropping like so much acid at a Grateful Dead concert.
My new goal is to make it through this winter with all of my toes. Ok, there I go trying to over-achieve. (Why, Mount Holyoke? Why? Why?) I'll aim for a healthy 90%.
Agent Yellow and I sure do like us some visitors. Yeller's ex-boyfriend is in town this weekend. We tried to take him downtown yesterday to show him the sights, but we could only stand the cold for ten minutes. Fortunately, that's all the time it takes to see downtown Burlington.