Monday, December 8

Holy F

Hopped in my car this morning, wrapped up in scarf, hat and gloves. The dashboard said 16°F. Holy shit I thought. That's cold.

And then I flew to Syracuse this afternoon. And after a stomach churning dinner at Fresno's - The Southwest Grille and Bar by the airport I noticed the temp was a big fat zero.

Zero °F. Not Zero °C. F. Effing F.

Ice and snow everywhere, and it's blowing a gale outside. I'm holed up in the Holiday Inn with the heat turned up to 75.

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