On the first day of our current deep freeze, I headed down to the Not So Stankment to lumber on the treadmill for 3 miles.

How something can make one feel mentally good and like shit at the same time is beyond me. But it needed to be done, lest the last shreds of my aging manhood be engulfed by an ever-growing fupa, never to be seen again. My dignity is holding on by a thread! [Sorry, you lost that years ago!-Ed.]

On Saturday, knowing full well that it was too cold for lumbering, I slept in for half an hour or so until Lola beckoned for her morning gruel.

Out of habit, I checked the weather forecast for the day. “Oh, it’s -11˚, that’s cool.” [rolls eyes]

With that, coffee was poured, breakfast potatoes were readied and put in the oven, and I prepared for a day of footy watching, killing brain cells, and a second day of not leaving the house.

Enjoying the sun in -5˚ temps.

As I type this on Sunday in the early morning darkness, the temps are back to “kinda normal,” with the current temp at 3˚ but warming up to a very normal 18˚. I just might leave the house. Not to lumber, I’ll save that for the coming week, but still, after 48 hours, I MIGHT leave the house. I mean. If that blue jay in the back yard can fly around in Saturday’s Arctic air, I can leave the house. Maybe.

Looking forward to more normal winter temps this week, and a return to the woods and time with the critters.

NOTE: If you follow me on Instagram, the last remaining social media account I have, you may notice I don’t exist there right now. That’s because I once again temporarily deactivated my account to further separate myself from what’s happening in the world, due to the right-wing fuck faces currently running our country. I have my Instagram pretty well curated to avoid fascist propaganda and current events outside of the worlds of photography and footy, but the poisonous reach of King Fuck Face is strong, and his fuck-face-ness has even infiltrated those topics, so it’s time for a little break. I find it not all that healthy to have that much hate inside that I can do nothing about.

I’ll be in the woods, ignorant as fuck, hoping this will all end soon.

Later.