It sounds like something out of a science fiction film: the polar vortex. Can you believe that is a real term to describe weather?! I feel like it should be one of the chapters in the next Hunger Games. Let me explain what it felt like, because these photos are doing a really prissy job of showcasing the corrupt weather. You're not really able to tell how bitter the air felt. It was like a nastier version of the winter blues. Walking outside was like being slapped across the face. With an ice whip. It was an eerie, mean kind of cold... and it was almost mocking me, because the sun was out! The cold was defying the glory of the sun! And the howling winds somehow sounded like an evil chuckle, coming from... somewhere? The park, perhaps? I'm not being overly dramatic here. I'm not.
|// Our hood. //|
We survived the polar vortex, thankfully, by staying inside and eating beef stew for days and days. And watching a lot of Netflix. We're really into White Collar these days (although I truly miss Burn Notice). I am really glad we pulled through - it was touch and go there for a while.
I'm afraid to say it. But! There are predictions that we will encounter another vortex later on this month. Some say that we will experience temperatures 20-30 degrees below normal averages (!) for this time of year! People - pray for me. Dear, kind, warm, thoughtful prayers, k?
Anyone else counting down to spring?