According to my Pepsi-meter, it is cold
We have entered, officially, the dreaded “Oh crap it’s cold” phase of this season. Until now, things were still acceptable, but this evening the Pepsi thermometer went past slushy to solid. -26C and dropping. We fervently hope that the car battery will prove “winter tough” tomorrow morning.
During the afternoon, while the others made it to the bulk box stores, the dog and I took the car by ourselves. Unfamiliar with so much freedom, I decided against checking out my high school replacement; going home to sit around with my mother and nibble chocolates made more sense. An easy afternoon. I did reset her “personal history” on FB, rectifying errors on origins and education.
When it came time to join the rest of our “crew” in the rented house, a compromise was reached. The dog could come inside as long as he stayed in the kitchen area (tiled). No rebuttal necessary. The supper time passed, covered by a new ham and salads, and then we did the “sit around the table and find Frozen content on YouTube for the tiny ones. Better than going outside and recreating the classic, believe me.
All things must end: we’re now back at my sister’s place, avoiding the final phase of packing our bags. The morning will be just fine. I intend to savour the rest of this section of our holiday, going to bed when ready and sleeping until the last possible moment. No apology needed or offered.
After all, the rest of the winter shouldn’t be this extreme, right?
