I promised a while ago that I would stop writing about the cold.
But, after today.....
I had to go see Bishop Laura about her visit to St. James the second Sunday of Feb. I started the car half-an-hour before I left and got to Meridian early--which was good since somehow I wasn't on her schedule for one pm, so we talked while she ate lunch.
It was only about 50 feet to my car, but I got such a chill I came home and piled up blankets and dozed for two hours. I even felt nauseous and gagged on my English muffin.
After the doze I felt some better and was able get down soup and a boiled egg and toast.
Don't feel 100% yet but I will before bad.
On our back porch it was 10 below this morning and hardly got about 0 all day and is dropping now.
Things will be better each day for a while.
At least we're not in Chicago or Minneapolis or Detroit. I really don't know if I could get out of bed in the polar vortex.
OK, I will stop about the cold....
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