There comes a time every winter when the cold weather really gets to me, and I wonder why and the hell I live where I do. Well, it’s that time. The Squirrel Cam Thermometer says it’s -39 F or -39 C, the only time the two ever meet. That meeting doesn’t do anything for my mood either. It’s cold enough to spit and hear it crack before it hits the ground. A friend of mine who lives in North Carolina, sent me a few pictures in an email of the flowers starting to bloom and grow in his yard. My spring is so far off for anything green to grow I can’t even imagine it. The only thing growing here is ice and the permafrost. Sigh

The permafrost crop is blooming, with this latest cold snap we have had. Last night, the tempertures dropped down to a cool -48 degrees F. No matter how one looks at it, that is cold. Extreme cold and its suppose to fall in the same range tonight.