Glacier

No, this isn't some glacier in Norway, or a panoramic of the Grand Canyon. It's the ice in the alley behind our house. That's a good six inches you're lookin at, folks. It's been a good year for the ice, apparently. Thank God it's finally melting.


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C-can't type...too cold...*thud*

That last sound was the sound of my cold frozen body hitting the floor as I attempt to type a blog entry. They say the high temperature has been around 24 degrees or so for the last week, but I just have a hard time believing that. Sure, it's so sunny outside you'd think it was June, but the yard is one gigantic glacier. Frozen solid - no joke. Complete with frozen dog-logs. And when I heard it was supposed to be colder still this coming weekend? Almost laughed for joy. Oh wait..no, I didn't.

On the plus side, right now I am literally gobbling down the most delicious fruit salsa Sarah has never made.

We did manage to find ourselves a new camera online (to replace the stolen one that is probably in some dumpster on Grand Cayman) for a screaming good deal. No sign of it yet, but we'll keep you all posted. J is being her usual cute self. The latest: she responds to her own questions, usually allowing herself to do things that she's hoping to do. Example: "Watch a show? Watch a show? Okay!" Example: "Want some candy? Want some candy? Okay!" Here's hoping she outgrows that one real soon.

No other news, really. Found out I got hired at St Luke's Hospital last week (yay!), then promptly went out and got the stomach flu. I'll spare you all the details. Sarah is on medicine at St Luke's this month, which is a welcome change from three-times-a-week call that she had in OB last month. No more frozen TV dinners for me! (Which is too bad, because we have a GIGANTIC freezer just outside to store them in.)

Send a little heat our way, will you?

Igloo, sweet igloo.

It's good to be home. After spending the last month with our in-laws and parents (very nice to visit, but it gets to be long) Julia and I are finally back in Duluth. And it is really flippin' cold here. I guess 7 degrees really isn't unusual for Duluth (it's almost tropical, based on my experience with January in this frozen town), and certainly not something I've never seen before, but seriously. Either the ten degrees difference between here and Saint Cloud is more than it seems, or I'm getting wussy in my old age. Of course, it might have something to do with the fact that we keep the house at about 58 degrees. Like I said, brrrr!

Julia says: "It's good to go home, but only if you drive and I sleep."

I'm trying not to be cynical. There's a certain expectation I have for myself that, when I write, it should be fun to read. "Fun" in this sense equates with "funny", at least, for me. I like to think that I can be funny if given enough time (here I go, claiming more talent than I probably actually have) but my particular brand of funny is sarcasm, which so easily lapses into cynicism. And I think there are enough real cynics in this world without me adding to the mess with my vain attempts at comedy. So forgive me if (when?) I become cynical. It's the cold, I tell you.