The high today is supposed to be something like 3 below. It's the kind of cold that freezes the boogers right in your nose and splits the ends of your fingers like 300 year old bamboo shoots. It's great news if you are an ice fisherman. It's lousy news if you have a baby that needs to be loaded and unloaded from a car. I wrapped him up tight in his blanket this morning, something which he usually won't stand for. He wailed like a shanghaied sailor all the way from the car to Mama Olojan's doorstep.
Mom is in the nursing home, recovering from the leg that she broke shortly before Christmas. She is healing very well and in spite of everything is in remarkably good spirits.
Dad on the other hand is another story. He has been hit hard with rheumatoid arthritis and is having a tough go of it. I will be spending the day with him tomorrow.
That's it for now, maybe more later.
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