Today is Presidents Day, and I spent most of it spring cleaning, if only to let myself pretend for a little while that it was spring. And not, you know, bitterly and painfully cold.
I took the dog for a walk at 6:30 this morning, and no amount of layers was keeping that windchill away. I looked at the weather report as soon as I came back in, and I seem to remember it saying 17°F (“feels like” -1°F), but I could have been delirious from the cold. (I also remember dreaming an extensive rendition of some children’s barnyard song in the style of Billy Joel, though I can’t remember the song, and the more I think on it, the less I think it would be amusing if I could.)
I did some grocery shopping, some cleaning, and some more watching of Rubicon. I’m three episodes to the end now, and while I know the show was cancelled somewhat unceremoniously, I’m hoping the rumors that it reached some kind of conclusion are true.
I go back to work tomorrow, although thankfully not back to the office until Wednesday. By then, it’s supposed to be a little warmer — back up to the balmy 40° it was on Friday, perhaps? — and I won’t have to worry about dying from exposure just to take the dog out to pee.