Okay, it’s not really the South Pole. I’m sure the South Pole would be a lot warmer. I’m thinking of booking a holiday there to get away from the cold.
I was supposed to go out for more provisions today and in search of the ever-elusive electric blanket (I have one on my bed, but I want one for my writing chair, so I can blog without freezing), but one look outside the window convinced me I am not going anywhere today unless I want my frozen corpse to be found a mere eleven miles from my supply camp. (Yes, I am obsessed with R. F. Scott.)
Looking out my back door
Snow on my flowerboxes
My palette's under there somewhere
More snow on the balcony
I was going to write something else here but I think my neurons are frozen too.
Exiled Stardust 