Luisa is in Haiti where today's forecast is: Today: Sun and clouds mixed. High 91F. Winds NE at 5 to 10 mph.
Vikki is in Minneapolis where today's forecast is:
Today: Bitterly cold. Mainly cloudy. A few peeks of sunshine possible. Dangerous wind chills may approach -25F. High -3F. Winds W at 20 to 30 mph.
I walked out of the house this morning and the wind caught the storm door and ripped it out of my hands. I should have taken this as a sign and should have turned around and gone back inside but the kids were already heading to the car and it seemed cruel to leave them out there to fend for themselves. So, I headed to the car with a bad case of Potty Mouth Tourette's Sydrome. Damn. Damn. Damn. By the time I got Zeca buckled into her car seat, my ears were burning from the cold. I couldn't figure out why Miguel hadn't gotten into the car yet and then realized that the door on his side was frozen shut. I had to go around and bang it open. With both kids in the car, I started the engine and then got out to clear the snow off the windshield. I started brushing it off and all of that lovely snow got caught in another bitter gust of wind and blew right into my face. My glasses were covered with snow from the inside. I got back in the car and then realized that all the ice on the windshield was actually on the inside of the car. Damn. Damn. Damn. I tried to scrape off the ice using my credit card, my parking card, my hand. Meahwhile, Miguel was lobbing defrosting suggestions to me like, "MAMA! Use the scraper on the inside!" Wow, little whippersnapper, I hadn't thought of that! I had to explain that the curve of the interior windshield rendered the scraper useless. As bitter and crabby as I had become at that point, I still did not have the power to breathe fire. So, we sat in the cold and waited. We finally headed to school only to find the roads quite slick. I dropped both kids off at school safely and headed to work. As I was stuck in traffic, I realized that I had forgotten my coffee at home. I nearly burst into tears. It's always the smallest detail that breaks ya. I seriously considered going home and calling it a day. I came to my senses though...you can't just call in to work "cold". This is Minnesota, after all. It's going to be cold for the next 5 months.
So, I am here at work...with a lovely latté. I may never leave.