Holy ThermaJock, teammates! You're liable to freeze your squishy nibblets off this week if you're in the path of this arctic blast. The cold is brutal. The wind is biting. The snow is relentless.
My feet are too cold just sitting here to even think about going out for a run in this weather. And my stupid toe socks still have not arrived! (Amazon, you suck!)
A look outside my office window shows only a flurry of white. The snow was kind enough to hold off until I got to work this morning. I hope I don't have to sleep here tonight, as this winter weather advisory is in effect until Wednesday.
Thankfully, there's beer in fridge and whiskey in the cupboard, a lady to cozy up to and a dog to keep our feet warm, and if we need to break out in song, I have a banjo to keep us entertained.