I try not to go outside when the temperature looks like this:
And don’t tell me it’s what I deserve for moving to New England. I live by the beach, and this kind of cold is unusual.
Besides, I work from home and Jack’s not in school (pandemic aside), so we can spend the day in front of the wood stove, all cozy-warm, as Jack says.
If we need to work out some energy, we’ll do laps inside with the rocket.
That was yesterday – I forgot about it by the time Jack fell asleep (not until NINE). Today is much more reasonable.
Heh. I just refreshed the page to see how this post would look when it was published, and the header photo was this one. Sums it up nicely.