I have just discovered that it's (basically) not getting above freezing until Friday.
My toes are cold.
I want to go snuggle up in bed under piles and piles of blankets.
Also, I should be editing. (Which, by the way, is going swell!)
So we interrupt our driving chronicles to bring you the weather, courtesy of the one and only Tolkein.
Yes, the wind is whistling all about the half, finding every possible crack and crevice to get inside. Snow we shall probably not have (ah, Texas, it's your one weakness!), but cabin fever we shall. My feet aren't leaden, but my toes are cold despite all our heaters. And I'm obviously dragging behind in my blogging duties! :)"The wind whistled and the snow became a blinding blizzard. Soon even Boromir found it hard to keep going. The hobbits, bent nearly double, toiled along behind the taller folk, but it was plain that they could not go much further if the snow continued. Frodo's feet felt like lead. Pippin was dragging behind. Even Gimli, as stout as any dwarf could be, was grumbling as he trudged." - The Fellowship of the Ring, by J. R. R. Tolkein
What about you? Are you being hit by this ferocious winter storm?