I know I was not cut out to have been any kind of adventurer or adventurer's mom or girlfriend, wife... Friend! Nada. I'm lying here .... warm...almost ..... in my room with its two purring space heaters... Wicked winds... The actual temperature is headed to Minus 14°.... Wind chills expected to be minus 35°. We had snow that is blowing around in blinding swirls... I have a motto that I don't complain or rant or whine about weather... But.... I am sorry. Tonight I'm not behaving sanely.
My son brought in his husky dog! The dog hopped up on a futon in the basement and said in perfect English, "To heck with the Iditarod!" Lol.... I'm losing it.... I'm just plain stressed. I get that way with extreme weather any more, although my friends will agree I love the rains, a warmer snowy day... Clouds... Overcast. But the forecasters are right. This is very dangerous. I want every single person and creature to get where it's warm and stay there. I know my son thinks he has to go to work tomorrow early...
I talked my mom into no furnace for my wing of the house... I love it cold... I have heaters and a down alternative blanket made in a magical factory, created of fluffy warmth and billowy toasty....but tonight is a failure... For the room without furnace...Oo ooh.... I am going to "sleep" upstairs in the recliner in a while... The room is just too cold. It's 49° in here.... 1° outside..... and we have fifteen more degrees to descend. I actually think I am MORE STRESSED THAN MY MOM!! How is that even possible?
So... Cheerful, warm post coming up... I love it! Would you like to visit me tonight in my little habitat in the center of the icy-cold forest? It's bright and cozy inside...the kettle bubbles with a delicious stew... And we will talk ourselves through the night.