Cold Snap

Drinking hot chocolate -- thanks to a gift from my sister Penny -- and trying to stay warm until time to go to work. Seven degrees F, last time I checked. It took me about half an hour this morning to finish cleaning the garage enough to get the car into it, and another half an hour to get it parked inside without taking a mirror off or leaving me stuck in the car. That's what you get when your garage used to be a horse stall or carriage house. At least there's plenty of room in the hay loft -- I mean, garage attic.

I believe the wind chill factor is in the area of minus fifteen, as of 10 p.m.