Cold, eh?
Sadly, every day cannot be bacon day (although we should have two new experiments for you this weekend). Cinnilla and I were joking about what we'd put on this blog on days when we didn't have bacon recipes... we figured that since we live in Canada, and it's winter, we could just complain about the cold.
Day 1: It's really cold here.
Day 4: Still cold.
Day 8: I can no longer feel my left pinky toe. Also: cold.
It actually hasn't been that bad here... we don't have snow right now, which at this time of year is practically a miracle. It's cold, but not slam-your-nostrils-shut cold -- not yet, anyway.
So what can we fill this blog with? Well, let me tell you:
It's dry.
It is soooo dry. The air is changing. My hair is going staticky. The sick amount of money I spent on skin care products earlier this month is about to prove strictly necessary.
Now, I come from central Canada, where it is wet. When the freeze comes, it comes in a heavy, icy blanket that oozes right through your sweater and soaks into your bones. So here in the prairies, where it is -- have I mentioned? -- not wet, mostly we can cheer ourselves with, "Well, at least it's a dry cold."
Except today. I sucked back a glass and a half of water an hour ago, and I am still dying of thirst.
Also, I think my sinuses are bleeding.
Send help. And lip balm.
Day 1: It's really cold here.
Day 4: Still cold.
Day 8: I can no longer feel my left pinky toe. Also: cold.
It actually hasn't been that bad here... we don't have snow right now, which at this time of year is practically a miracle. It's cold, but not slam-your-nostrils-shut cold -- not yet, anyway.
So what can we fill this blog with? Well, let me tell you:
It's dry.
It is soooo dry. The air is changing. My hair is going staticky. The sick amount of money I spent on skin care products earlier this month is about to prove strictly necessary.
Now, I come from central Canada, where it is wet. When the freeze comes, it comes in a heavy, icy blanket that oozes right through your sweater and soaks into your bones. So here in the prairies, where it is -- have I mentioned? -- not wet, mostly we can cheer ourselves with, "Well, at least it's a dry cold."
Except today. I sucked back a glass and a half of water an hour ago, and I am still dying of thirst.
Also, I think my sinuses are bleeding.
Send help. And lip balm.
posted by X at
11:44 am
2 Comments:
Let's revise.
Day 1: The newscaster says that central Alberta is in a heat wave.
Temperature: 5
Day 2: More heat wave, exclaims the news.
Temperature: 2
With wind chill: -40
Day 3: Boy, is it hot! We've never seen such heat!
Temperature: I don't know, but I had to spend 10 minutes scraping the ice off my windshield.
But at least it's a dry heat wave.
Yeah... Moisturisers are a necessity in this province. I already talked about it a while ago.
Sinuses bleeding? Rhinaris spray. Works wonders.
And it's getting cold... although it's a dry cold.
And I'm thinking of bacon-laced almost everything for tomorrow's dinner... So pictures and recipes will follow.
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