It's cold
3 degrees to be exact, and a wind chill of -15 F. Famously a huge fan of winter, and wishing I could listen to Pàdraig O'Tuama read poems to me all day. I'm memorizing this one at the moment: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/57095/try-to-praise-the-mutilated-world-56d23a3f28187