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Friday, February 25, 2022
Brrr...
It's hard to get sympathy for cold weather when you live in a desert. But this week has truly been test to see how much a person who hates the cold can deal with.
The rain wasn't really so bad. Thankfully, the day that was the worst when I had grandma pick up duty, the rain was down to a drizzle when I had to leave and it didn't start back up again until I was on my way home. Some parts of our little town got hail.
I call that divine intervention!
Yesterday morning, the girls decided they had to go to the bathroom at 4:45 AM. It was too early for me to get started but too late for me to just go back to bed and try and get a little more sleep before Steve's 5:30 AM alarm went off. Ugh!
When I open the door the girls and I are were assaulted with literally freezing air. When I asked our favorite box lady to tell me the weather she informed me it was 26° outside.The girls ran out, did their business and shot back in the door as if they had been shot through a cannon!
As soon as they scarfed down there breakfast, in record time I might add, they ran for there daytime beds and through the blankets over themselves.
That was at 5:00 AM.I couldn't get them out of those beds to go for another trip T too the potty until well after 11. Even then the fact that I made them go was not received in good humor.
Today we woke up to 39°. And somehow, we've been informed that we will be back into the 80's. While the 3 of us can hardly wait for our usual morning power walk, none of us want to do so until it gets it least in the low 50s!
Again, I know no one feels bad for us! No slush, no ice, we have Sun-but I still would rather have those 2 months of over 120 than any kind of winter.