I feel so bad. . . OK, no I don’t.

I saw a headline about Minnesota being the Ice Box of the Nation the other day. Freaking 40 below zero! I thought of Patti O’Shea who lives in Minnesota and I felt bad for her. Then I saw Marjorie M. Liu’s pretty picture of ice covered plants and thought, wow. That’s some cold. And then there’s Kristin Nelson confessing it’s colder in NY, where my friend Megan Frampton lives, than it is in Denver (where my non-writing friend Jennifer lives) with all that snow and well. You know what?

This whole week here in No. Cal., has been spectacular weather-wise. Gorgeous, glorious perfect weather. 75. Blue skies, daffodils coming up. No need for a coat when I go outside. Sandals at all times when I’m not at the day job. You go outside and you just think wow. This is just freaking perfect weather. Ah, yes. And then I had to go back inside. That was a bummer. Honest, I felt bad for my cold-weather friends, agents and what have yous. But, gee, not for very long. Sorry. Not that I’m gloating or anything. All right I am. But hey, you guys make me really appreciate the weather here!

So, I finished eliminating the extra character tonight. Next up, kidnapping.

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3 Responses to “I feel so bad. . . OK, no I don’t.”

  1. Megan Frampton says:

    It is nicer today. But, yeah, yesterday freaking stunk. I could not get warm.

  2. Patti O'Shea says:

    It was -40 here with the wind chill last weekend. Simply brutal. Tomorrow it’s going to be 32 degrees–allegedly. I’m excited about this.

    Patti

  3. Carolyn says:

    Wow. I have no real acquaintance with cold. Patti, your warm 32 would have me shivering and *itching about the polar conditions. Megan, I hope things have warmed up a bit.

    Carolyn