Monday, February 05, 2007

How Cold Is It?

That is frost on the inside of the window in my computer room.


Erin said...

It's freeezzzzing here, too! The wind chill this morning is 13 below! Brrr!

Phoebe is doing okay. She still has a lot of energy, and she still likes to chew things (over the weekend, she ate a pen). But she is also still a big sweetie most of the time. She has, unfortunately, been getting shorter walks because of the cold weather. I'm sure she'll love it when spring comes! (Although she also was a big fan of snow the day that we got a few inches. She'd throw it up with her nose, and then chase it. It was so funny to watch! It made me laugh out loud!)

Loren said...

That looks way too cold for my taste, especially after already experiencign two extended cold periods (at least cold by PNW standards) already this year.

Gannet Girl said...

I appreciate your ability to think lovely thoughts, Theresa! And yes, the heat is cranked up as high as we can. I'm still freezing.

ggw07 said...

Hope you have a nice fire going there too- But this is gorgeous!

emmapeelDallas said...

Now that looks COLD!

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