It always seems that just when you are hard pressed to think of something to bitch about, life presents you with something to bitch about. In my case life has presented me with the coldest January in this city that anyone around here can remember, including the old salts.
As I type, it is 44° F. (6.7° C.) and heading for a low tonight of 39° F. (4° C.) But I am an Iowa boy. What is so bad about that? Well, again, it is very nearly the same temperature inside that it is outside. Not just in my shelter. Everywhere. That is what makes it interesting.
I need to get real about this. The fact is that life has never been better. There will come a break in this weather soon, and we can get back to talking about food, everyone's second favorite subject.