noncomdrone

-3 but feels like -15. That's what the weather folks say. At 6:30 it was ice cubes in my beard (forget the boy-faced guy in the picture) yet warm enough through-out, but at 7:45 it was frozen feet and hands after 2 miles. This weather makes it hurt to not have a car. Sometimes it hurts in a fun way but tonight it hurt in a "holyfuckmyfingersaregonnafalloff" sort of way. But in the end, all that happens is that I am shown that I'm just a baby and that everything is fine... no missing digits: time for a pint or seven. Seven and I forget what cold even is. Cheers, I hope that your weather can bring you the joy that mine brings me (by making me appreciate comforts that I have at my disposal).
-matt
ps: doc, I would never ever ever ever EVER send you a fruitcake, regardless of how drunk I was. do you think that I hate you? fruitcake is like the left-handed handshake -- only for your enemies (unless, of course, you are in India).