I just got off the phone with my brother - who hails from San Diego. Poor guy is in Minneapolis. It's 4 degrees. As in 1, 2, 3, 4. I have to laugh, I'm sorry. He was born and raised in Omaha, I can't believe his blood has thinned that bad! Target is attached to his hotel by a skywalk, I suggested he might at least want to buy a hat, although by tomorrow night he'll be back in San Diego. I mean Minneapolis has so much fun stuff to do, it would be a pity to have to just sit in a hotel all night...
I told him not to feel bad, our temperatures weren't supposed to get "really cold" until later this week. It was supposed to be 31 today, but when I came home from the vet at 1:30 it was only 16. Something tells me 31 was a bit of an exaggeration. Which makes me wonder about the rest of the week when they're telling us to expect weather in the mid-teens for highs. Brrrr.
I can't deal with the woodstove by myself either. Can you see me hauling in logs from outside multiple times during the evening and night, the way my back feels lately? Nope, me neither. So I guess I'm not going to have a nice warm basement to go to either until Steve gets home. This sucks.
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Yes, it is FRIGGING cold up here! The joy of my job is that I get in, do what I need to do and get out! Knowing it would be cold up here, I am actually in Minneapolis for approx 26 hours. I will be sleeping in my bed in San Diego tomorrow night : )
Brr.
I have to say, I misread your title. I thought it was, "Blue Balls".
Teehee.
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