The cold weather does that to me. I've often said that I'm allergic to winter, and I think it's the truth. My skin gets red, scratchy and sensitive, my toes and fingers turn purple, and my lips are as brittle as a 60-year-old eggshell left laying in the desert sun. Once the snow melts away, remarkably, my itchy-skin woes go away! It's a miracle!
It's waaay colder than season average today. The storm has been raging since noon today, and oh my goodness has it ever raged. It took Tyler and I over half an hour to get home from work. The snow is wet and heavy, and packs together under the tire, making it extremely difficult for a vehicle to move. The drifts were quite large, and rather devious, pulling us this way and that way in an attempt to get us either in the ditch or in an accident with an oncoming car.
Oh well, we're home, safe, and though our power was out at some point today (evidenced by the flashing '12:00' on our coffeepot) it's booming now. We have heat, light, warm food, and cuddly blankets. I think we'll survive this, the last of Winter's death throes.
Stupid violent winter death throes.