I surrender. I tap out. I admit defeat.
I hate to tempt Fate, but surely to God we are over the worst of this. 11 months of being inside, there’s been a 4 week delay in the delivery of the vaccines, the last week the polar vortex has put the temperatures between -40 and -50 C. It’s ungodly cold.
It’s dark. It’s cold. It takes 7 layers of clothes to be able to go on my daily walk.
It feels endless and unrelenting.
It makes it harder than it needs to be.
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