Its 14°F outside. Lets rephrase it...its-10°C outside. Somehow in my metric addled mind, ten below zero feels much colder than whatever the Fahrenheit scale says. Ten below zero is a cold to reckon with, a cold to call home about and a cold that warrants a curl-in with a cup of hot chocolate. It’s certainly not the kind of weather in which one should even consider a 100 mile trek to the middle of nowhere (to look at traffic patterns)! Ah! Well, someone’s got to do the job...so off I go.
In other news, S and R are finally married and well settled into their new apartment. The circle is now complete as all the ex-housemates are settled and cozy…in lives of their own….A and T in their apartment in Silver Spring, I in India and A somewhere in Portland.