17 below zero in that F shaped degree actual this morning. Something like 45 below windchill. And the weatherman is acting like it's the greatest thing EVAR! We may set a record low high today, with the predicted high to be eight below.
When it gets this cold I just want to hibernate. And I don't mean stay in the house. I mean curl up in the fetal position in bed, surround myself with puppies, kitties and wifey, and not move for days. Unfortunately, I'm a responsible bitch and find myself getting up to get ready and then eventually go to work. Why? Because I'm probably not all that bright. It's the only theory I've got at the moment.
Zippy couldn't be bothered to come in yesterday because of the snow. Everybody else made it. The boss accepted that zipper just didn't feel like digging out. If I knew that was a valid reason I can assure you I wouldn't have been in.
The dogs are not amused by this weather. Pup1 doesn't even like to go out when she has to for the bathroom. She'll run out, barely get off the concrete, go, run back in. Pup2 gets all worried about the neighbor pups. Unfortunately, the way she expresses this worry is to run out to their part of the shared fence, and then bark to call them out and make sure they're OK. At this point, it's too cold for her to make it to all of them in one trip, so we've been watching her closely and making sure she just goes, does her business, and comes back in. Then she wants to go back out in ten minutes to start checking neighbor pups. We have to really keep an eye on her or she'll just stand out there staring at neighbor's yards barking and freeze to death.
Kitties get zero outside time. It angers them, but I'd rather have an angry kitty than a dead kitty. I can tolerate being tripped a few times a day and the occasional spilled glass of water. Meh.
Now to find some method to prevent myself from falling asleep. Hibernation is calling, even at work. I hate cold.
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