With the bitter windchill, it’s feeling like -30 degrees outside. Years ago, this would astonish me, but apparently, I’ve habituated. I stay bundled up. I heat the car for a few minutes longer. I drive one daughter to work on icy streets. I decide not to walk today. Instead, I’ll bring out the watercolors and try to paint with a tutorial. I’m hoping to make Christmasy bookmarks.
The danger isn’t the cold; it’s the high winds that bring down power lines. Thankfully, I’m overstocked with blankets and warm clothes if we lose power. Perhaps I’ll read by candlelight. Meanwhile, as the wind howls, I thank God for the warmth of inside spaces.