Cold

It was cold Thursday morning. The temperature kept falling and the winds kept increasing all day long.

It was 14 degrees with light snow at noon when I went to Time Out (cheeseburger and creamy chicken and potato soup – both excellent).

It wasn't even 12:30 p.m., so I took a ride down through Hines Park to see how it was surviving the winter. I slammed on the brakes when I saw what I swear was a coyote walking across the snow and ice on Newburgh Lake! I watched it until it disappeared from sight (luckily there was no traffic).

It was 12 degrees at 5:00 p.m., driving home.

I got inside and hunkered down.

I warmed up some linguine with clams for dinner and loved it again.

I watched some taped TV after the news.  Then I went around, dealing with the wind chill warning. I opened the kitchen cupboard door under the sink and let the faucet downstairs in the laundry tub drip.

Then I added a blanket to the bed and shivered in the sheets until my body heat warmed the bed up.

But the cold even invaded my dreams. I dreamt about finding little puppies and kittens shivering out in the snow… weird…