In walking from Starbucks to the office this morning, I decided
to keep my gloves in my pocket. Within 30 seconds of being
exposed to the frosty temperatures, my hands began to tingle
and feel as if they were made of rock. I could barely hold
my coffee.
And yet, as much as we whine about the weather, it could
always be worse. Apparently, in Sault Ste Marie, the mercury
has been dipping down into -40 territory. Good gravy. What
do people do? Wear 7 pairs of pants at once?
Some days just clog you right up like a brick of cheese.
I hope to have something pretty inspirational tomorrow.
