It's 12 degrees this morning.
Yesterday it was 7.
The day before that it was 11.
It's been so cold I haven't walked in 3 days.
Which means the dogs haven't walked in 3 days.
These numbers are disturbing to me for several reasons.
First, my backyard will no doubt be littered with the frozen postmortems of 3 days of 3 dogs eating 2 meals.
(note to self - Get out and clean up while they're still frozen.)
Second, both SM and I have noticed the waistbands of our jeans are fitting a bit tighter again.
January has not been a friend to those who don't own a gym membership. I much prefer breathing the clean fresh air outside than the stankiness of an inside gym.
SM wanders into the kitchen, fixes a cuppa Joe, takes a sip, looks outside and says to me... "When we lived in the midwest, Feburary was always the month I wanted to slit my wrists, I was so tired of the cold."
"Good thing we live in the South where it's so warm." I replied.
SM snorts and wanders away.
Good thing we don't have any razor blades around.
Let's all hope Feburary is a gentler month than January has been.
We're on a warming trend starting today. Things will get back to normal for us weather-wise. 50's for highs and 30's for lows.
Which means that I can get back to walking again.
Which means my waistline might start to shrink again.
Which means the dogs can get sniffing again.
And all is right with the world.