It feels like the cold we used to get when I was a child in Montreal.
So cold that your nose hairs freeze. So cold that it hurts to breathe in too deeply.
Walking on snow at this cold temperature creates a wonderful squeaky noise. Like plastic on plastic. I love the sound. Walking the dog tonight made that sound. Of course she hates it. She rushes out to
her spot, does her business and then rushes back to the house usually with one leg in the air. Actually she alternates the legs. raising the coldest paw or the one with salt in the pad. Today she wore her sweater and got lovely paw cream on her pads when we got in. Wish I had a photo of it.
What is to do on a Polar Vortex night?
Cocoon beside the fireplace and watch Rick Mercer.
Vortex Shmortex!
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