Morning and Evening Asylum, 9th Day of Childwinter, 525, M.E. (Castor): Fuck, it's cold outside. It was 24° F when I got up this morning and warmed up to barely 35° by noon. The forecast calls for snow tomorrow, turning to freezing rain and ice, and overnight temperatures staying down in the 20s for the next week or more. This may not sound all that cold to friends and readers in northern climes, but here in the American South, that's a catastrophic forecast. Our infrastructure here isn't build for these occasional cold snaps, and this drafty old house of mine with its cracker-jack AC system struggles to keep up with sub-freezing outdoor temperatures.
Despite the perfectly adequate excuse of the weather outside and despite the warmer comforts of home, I still got my alternate-day walk in this afternoon - 5.8 miles for the same route that was 6 miles earlier this week, 6.9 miles last weekend, and 7.7 miles last month. I guess the Earth isn't the only ball that shrinks with the cold.
It's not lost on me that while we're facing a frozen hell here in the South, Los Angeles in Southern California is in a more traditional hellscape, with out--of-control wildfires fueled by Santa Ana winds destroying homes and property. It's heartbreaking and devastating.
Xfinity sent me an email last week saying that due to ongoing work on service upgrades, I should expect internet outages today.
Jimmy Carter's funeral is being held today in D.C.
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