There are days....

There are days... rare days when your feet slide out from under the covers and hit the floor and you realize the temp has dropped below a certain point... that point is different from person to person and house to house (For me personally it's around -35)... and you just think, "Nah. I maybe I'll just stay right here in bed." But you seldom do because this is ALASKA and if the world stops because it's a little chilly nothing would ever get done.

This morning my feet hit the floor I thought "Oh, HELLLL no!" I instantly knew we'd blown right past -35 and tumbled head long into real cold. (You grow up in Alaska and there's a serious difference between what most people call cold and real cold. There are actually, three levels...cold, real cold and frikkin' freezing.)

I got up anyway and looked at the thermometer...then looked at a different thermometer....then checked the temps online. Yeah, it was damn near -50. My feet were cold and I considered putting on a sweater...if you know me, putting on a sweater is not normal. Even when it's cold...even real cold...I rarely put on warm clothes inside. Today was just not happening for me. I went back to bed, woke up to see a heat wave had brought us up to only -30 so I got up and did some work. It's creeping back down...it's dropped about 6 degrees in 90 minutes or so. I'm going back to bed with an extra blanket and the tv remote.