For Real?

Minus 27C when I first woke up this morning. Now it's 10:30 am and the temp has gone up to a balmy minus 26C, with wind chill of minus 40C. Ouch. That's the point where Celcius and Farenheit merge briefly. It's especially cruel since there's been no lead up to this. We've had an exceptionally mild winter up to now. Time to hibernate. The car can stay buried under the dregs from yesterday evening's squalls off the Lake, the front walk can wait. I'm going to make soup and knit--and listen to C.S. Harris's "What Remains of Heaven". 

A commuter cleans off her car before an early Friday departure amidst a fierce snow squall.

Stay warm.