Bitter Cold 2005

It hardly seems possible, but every morning when I step outside to catch the bus, it's colder than the day before. I half expect to crack in half by Friday. Thank goodness for the deelish scarf my sister knitted for me or there'd be no good to winter whatsoever.

Yet again I have failed to plan a February getaway. How damned old do I have to get before I figure this out?