It’s another year here at the House of Peevish. Another year has begun. Did you have a good holiday season? Good. I did, mostly. Although I got sick, as usual. Just a cold, but the phlegmy coughy bits have been hanging on…
Oh. Too much detail? You didn’t care that much. I see.
Well, it’s cold enough to freeze a monkey’s bum here. We’re under a blizzard warning, for the first time in recent memory (or, since I began looking at the local weather on the internet, anyway), which is nice. We’re also under a windchill warning, ONE OF MY FAVOURITE THINGS IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD, I TELL YOU TRULY.
And then there’s a snowsquall watch which, hey, when you are under a blizzard warning, WHO THE HELL KNOWS THE DIFFERENCE? Or even CARES? Silly Environment Canada people.
But honestly? Who the hell thought, several hundred years ago before central heating and television and Baileys for coffee, WHO THE HELL THOUGHT THAT THIS WAS A GOOD PLACE IN WHICH TO LOCATE A COUNTRY? WHAT, BARBADOS WAS TOO HOT FOR YOU OR SOMETHING?
If I met that person walking down the street, I would walk right up to him and kick him in the shins.
The morning started off just snowy, but the temperatures are dropping and the wind is coming up. And the cancellations around town based on the next 24 hours forecast are starting to come in via Twitter.
It is cold. I do not like it.
It is so cold that, as I just typed in a message to a friend:
Also, my hands are getting so cold it’s hard to type. CAPSLOCK FOREVER.
I am almost out of Baileys for my coffee AND WOE IS ME. How will I survive my days in this frozen godforsaken wasteland if I cannot drink in the morning? IT IS NOT RIGHT.
As you can tell, my survival instincts for the average Canadian winter are sketchy at best.
So if you came looking for music today, there is none. My hands are frozen and I could not type well enough to get to that corner of the internet.
Okay, that is a lie. I actually just felt like coming and saying HI Y’ALL HOW HAVE YOU BEEN OMG IT IS SO COLD I WANT TO CURL UP UNDER A BLANKET WITH DRINKS AND KNITTING AND THE BEEB AND NEVER COME OUT.
They say, when celebrating New Years, that you should start the year off as you intend to continue. Well, I spent New Years tucked up warm in bed, asleep. AND THAT IS HOW I WISH TO CONTINUE THANKYOUVERYMUCH.
If you need me, I will be knitting by the fire.