Yup that’s me, listless, layered clothing, under blanket, reading blogs, hands surrounding a hot cup of anything to keep them warm enough to scribble a comment. It is cold! How cold is it? I refer you to some one liners, reminiscent of Johnny Carson monologues:
It is so cold we ate lunch at the Greasy Spoon just to get heartburn.
It was so cold . . .
the squirrels in the park were throwing themselves at an electric fence!
And Bob Hope:
We slept four in a bed. If it got cold, mom just threw on another brother.
Have a warmer day than mine.