Minus 36. I think that was what DH muttered to me on his way to work this morning. I was pretty groggy, having been up half the night drowning in post-nasal drip from the cold in my head. Yup, I see frost under the front door. Pretty cold outside, too. But -36 was the windchill. It's really only -13.
The kitties have decided that downstairs with the new radiators is the way to go, avoiding the freezing drafts emanating from the windows. Sharae was not keen on sharing, but Cricket convinced her there was room enough for two.
I have a rare Wednesday when I am not scheduled to be outside all day, and if I'm not feeling considerably better by this afternoon I'll cancel my appearance at church orchestra rehearsal this evening. No, you know what? I'm going to do that right after I finish here. It would be pretty dumb to go to rehearsal and spread these germs around - to what end? To see how many others I can knock out before Sunday? Curses on whomever carried the ones that felled me into a public place.
The other kitties are doing their morning jobs. Madeleine is stretched out on the bathroom sink. Sharae moved from the radiator and is now cuddled with GiGi on top of the Colonade. (Either Cricket prevaled, or Sharae has a short attention span.) Seri has busily burrowed under all of the fleece throws on the bed, making herself a cozy little nest.
John is keeping warm the old-fashioned way. Do you ever put your head under the covers when it's really cold in the room, breathing under the blankets to warm up your nose? Here is the feline equivalent:
See more kitties riding on the Friday Ark this week.