It seems the worst of the icepocalypse missed us down here, but blasted the whole upper midwest with dangerous, record-setting wind chills and wintry horrors, on its way east.  Misu the Brave ventured out this morning, then promptly returned and ran under the kitchen table to warm up.

It still amazes me that some people don’t get climate change, when all the evidence is in their face.  They’ll be the ones in the next ice age, which they brought about, chanting “See, no global warming here!” as the earth freezes to death.

My son is here today instead of tomorrow, as he’ll be traveling out of the country on work again.  It’s always nice anytime he can hang out here, and an honor to be able to provide a workspace. E cooked one of her infamous breakfasts, and I contributed the wholegrain cornbread I just baked.

I even remembered to sneak a photo this time!  I prefer the one “with”.