January 18, 2005
Brrrr.
It's cold out here tonight in Vermont. Stupid cold, where you can't think straight. Your nostrils freeze and your hands get minor frostbite from gripping the steering wheel.
Trevor had indoor recess and didn't walk across the street to swim class. Our breath froze on the inside of the car windows in spiky patterns. The Weather Channel says it's negative eight, but it feels like negative nineteen. My wet hair froze this morning during the twenty-foot walk to the garage. I even considered unpacking my hat and gloves.