Totally understand. I don’t get to pick when someone downloads porn onto a work computer or tries to exfiltrate data. My sympathies and I’ll keep my fingers crossed that you still get out at a decent time!
Same with California. Last place you’d want to be during a quake, really.
I will gladly trade my basement for In n Out burger, please and thank you. In fact, if anyone wants to take Fargo, ND weather off my hands as well, that would be amazeballs.
I’ll swap you one month of your winter if you promise to swap all of August and September.
You guys would like 60 days of rain, right?
I’m sure California would LOVE all that rain. I can’t promise anyone would be able to drive in it worth a damn lol
The low here a couple of nights ago was like -20 (without the wind chill). Winters here are… unpleasant.
Nope, nope, nope… So much nope.
Your April or May is like our January/February.
Don’t you just love it when the snot freezes inside your nose?
It’s funny—being born and raised in Houston (and with extended family in Florida), I was in my twenties before I actually set foot into a house that had a basement, and that was during a visit to the Chicago area. Anything other than house-on-slab or house-on-stilts-for-flooding is unheard of down here.
Yes we would love the rain but the drainage sucks in most areas so that would create other problems. No, people wouldn’t be able to drive in it.
It was 34 degrees when I left for work this morning and I had frost on the roof and rear window of my car. I was irritated but the only time I’ve been in -20 was the ice cream freezer at the grocery store I worked at when I was 20. I can’t imagine just walking outside into that.
@sig and I turn 40 this month, and while he’s a morning person because of work, I’ve found it’s harder to sleep later than 6 or 7am, regardless of when I go to sleep at night. But I find it difficult to go to sleep any earlier than 11 or 11:30 most nights, because I’m decompressing from the day and I’m enjoying the silence.
Much of my early waking in the past few months is the fault of my %$#*&ing 17.5-year-old cat, who has lost all volume control and meows loudly enough to wake me at least once an hour from about 2 or 3am onward, and yells at my husband when he gets up at 5am to FEED HER RIGHT NOW DAMMIT, even if there’s food in her bowl (she’s been a free-feeder her entire life, but can’t chew kibble anymore and now has to eat canned food on a schedule).
Part of me is not going to miss her when she passes on, because that part will finally be getting a full night’s sleep for the first time in months…