This is not a WIP.
Can you see the frost on that door handle!? Yeah. Well, lemme tell ya what, I bebopped my way up the stairs, in the dark (without injury! Yea for the small victories!), to prepare OBACE for an evaluation of the current weather. We already know it's cold out there. We checked the We-Gues for their evaluation earlier. -4° and 38% humidity combined with winds at 7 to 17 mph equals -18° wind chill. UH HUH, in a word, COLD! Opened the front door, in the dark, grabbed the storm door handle and experienced a moment of pure shock caused by the absolute certain belief that I had just grabbed something foreign, something that was where it shouldn't be and of course my brain, being the brain that it is, instantly thought an attack was underway. The shock was followed by an instant of pure terror when, for a brief second my hand resisted the brains command to initiate an immediate release and retreat. Stuck! STUCK!! Ok, it didn't stick for long. I mean, really, it wasn't actually stuck. It was just the merest threat of stickage. But it was enuf for my adrenal gland to unload it's entire stock of hormone. What a way to start a morning! And ya know, I shoulda known! I shoulda! I had a similar experience last winter. It must be true, the old adage, Ya can't teach an old dog new tricks!! Here's the current WIP to go with the current Front Porch Report. And I don't mind saying again, it's
COLD!
The moon was so purdy shining thru them trees. I'm surprised I spotted it at all, what with the amount of adrenaline coursing thru my system.
Te quiero, Travelers!
And stay warm!
