Old Man Winter seems to have returned to our climes. With a vengeance. Snow. Single digit wind chills. Overnight temps in the Zero range. It looks like our mid-January thaw has come to a rip roaring close and the nasty old man with the long and flowing beard has come back home to sit his thin old butt down on our lawns.
I am so ready for Winter to be done and over with.
I know - it's not proper English. Meh.
Our three car family is down to two for a while. We have a clunker in the family that refuses to die - but manages to break something on a far too regular basis. It's not feasible, yet, to replace it. Meh.
It's just that fixing that car in the current weather conditions is going to be miserable. Know anybody with a heated garage?
Of course, part of the impatience with Winter is the desire to get my big butt out on a golf course. I've been working on a new swing and I want to get it out and play with it. (My golf swing, perv.)
That was for the one or two who went that way.
I hope you're warm today.