It is very, very cold. So cold that worm farm in the garage is frozen solid. I have wormsicles! Blah.
We've been letting our faucets drip during the day, just in case. I've been a little worried that there would be some unforeseen clog and we'd come home to a flood, but that luckily has not happened.
It's supposed to snow tomorrow. A lot of snow. They've preemptively cancelled most of the local school districts (but mostly because they can't have kids waiting for buses in sub-zero temperatures).
I'm glad that at least I don't live in a yurt. But endlessly fascinated by
these people who do. A yurt!
I spent the whole weekend re-reading Robert Jordan novels. (which means I got to skip the boring parts.) It kind of made me feel 14 years old again.
Also, just read "Girl with the Dragon Tattoo" by Stieg Larssen- which is an awesome murder-mystery translated from Swedish. Swedish!