Tonights Forecast: Single digit lows.

Think about that for a moment. It's freakin' cold. I'm struggling to come to terms with this winter thing. It arrives with a bitter chill and a fine frost on fresh fallen leaves; your mind immediately drifts to cozy woodstove evenings, mulled wine and snowshoeing in near absolute silence. At the time you would swear these warm thoughts would be more than enough to get you through three months of winter.

Now, lets rejoin reality (albeit grudgingly).

Single digit lows.

Do you remember what that means? It means frozen boogers the moment you step outside, it means frozen toes in wet shoes and it means those very single digits settling in your bones, not merely for the three months specified on your calendar, for nearly five months (and I didn't even count November, but it is awarded an honorable mention).
So, I've spent the day trying to delay the onset of winter by actively hating on it, and I think things are going well thus far. It did stop snowing.

I know I've defaulted on my promise to update regularly, and for that I do apologize, but life's been busy. As it shows no sign of slowing I'm going to try harder to keep updated. In fact, I may be so brazen as to cover those lost weeks, but don't get your hopes up.

Keep warm.