The Washington Post calls it 'amazing'.
I call it 'bullshit'.
The Post was talking about the picture itself. I'm talking about the weather.
Waves from Lake Erie crashing onto the Cleveland Harbor West Pierhead Lighthouse have made it one big frozen structure - like my big fat body.
Ok, maybe I'm exaggerating a bit, but I'm continually cold: at home. at the office. at the gym. in everywhere between all of these places. ...and it's not even winter. Technically.
The snow never came, but the cold has come and stayed. We hit 31 degrees yesterday - the highest it's been in over two weeks. And oddly enough, it felt colder than when it was 13. Go figure.
Yet once again, I can't warm up. I firmly believe it's an age thing. The older I get, the less I tolerate the cold. As much as I love Montreal, I look at Tornwordo's blog and think - man, he has it way worse. He's even crying "uncle" to the weather, and we both still have at least four more months to go.
Song by: Arcade Fire