When all else fails to motivate me, there’s always the weather to fall back on because no matter what it’s doing out there everyone likes to either rave or rant about it. It was bound to happen as it does here every winter early in the new year, and now it has. The temperature has dropped to 30 below. By Sunday it’s supposed to go back up to around minus three, but right now it feels like Sunday is eons away.
Yesterday I started my car (remotely, through the frosted up windows) three or four times during the day while I was at work. I let it run through two 10 minute cycles before I left for home, and still my hands were like ice, and the interior didn’t really warm up, I could see my breath in the air, and the windshiled wipers when I turned them on to brush off the skiff of snow sounded like fifteen creaking doors and a couple of screaching gulls.
In the front seat I keep a pair of lovely fat warm mittens, all white and puffy with fur around the cuffs. The problem is that they’re not that great for hanging on to a steering wheel. I think attempting to drive while wearing boxing gloves might create a similar kind of experience.
Last night I got a text from a co-worker who is vacationing in Vancouver, asking me if I’m staying warm. HaHa. No, not really, and if you’re smart you’ll stay there an extra week until this deep freeze moves on. Another co-worker called in sick yesterday with one of the cold and flu things that are always making the rounds. I hope she decides to stay warm in bed today too. This is not recovery weather.
Everything should just close down and hibernate when it’s this cold. But no such luck. I’m off to brave the elements again today.
Inspirational Quote for a frigid day: Winter is nature’s way of saying, “Up yours.” ~Robert Byrne