It was -12°F this morning here at the Cryptorchid Ranch, windchill somewhere south of -30°F. The predicted high today is -1°F. Normally my dogs disappear when I let them out, and don't reappear until I call them in. This morning, they were barking to come in almost before I could turn my back. No rear-facing icicles were observed.
But it could be worse. I could live in San Francisco. Or Seattle:
‘Somebody's making money.’ The horror! But considering Seattle's – and San Francisco's, etc. – tent cities and the attendant squalor (to put it nicely), perhaps they're focused on the wrong problem. (Did she really equate tree-cutting with murder?)
From what I can tell, these musical offerings and other unhingedness are a regular feature at Seattle City Council meetings. One can only imagine what happens in San Fran. Then again, no. Don't try it.
Update: From the YouTube comments:
this is what happens when you legalize marijuana & then have public comments
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