It's COLD here. Not Colby Cold, but v. cold for these parts. (It's about 25°F, or about -4°C.) The problem is that it's a damp cold that gets in everywhere. The car is toasty when I'm driving it, but when I was parked in the parking lot of John's office, within about 3 mins I had to turn the engine back on for a minute so I didn't freeze.
Ickworth is miserable in this weather...going downstairs for a cup of tea is not really worth the warmth you get from the tea, and woe betide you if you need to go to the bathroom. It's about 40°F in our bathroom (which is nearly the size of my Tudor City studio, btw)...it's about the last place in the world where you want to take your pants off.
I spent the whole day doing random tasks...there was a pretty constant stream of, "hey Kate, are you busy?" followed by the delegation of a random task. My first one: creating stencils to label the Recycle Bins. No, Fiona, there's nothing I can think of that I'd like to do more. :) At least Neil hooked me up with a nice sharp craft knife...the blunt scissors I started out with were not cutting it. Haha...cutting it.
John and I have a running thing about the pigs we pass on the way to work...they're just east of Bury, on the left side of the road, and there are zillions of them. The first field has lots of pigs, all milling about and eating their breakfast as we drive by. The second field has sows and piglets. John didn't believe that there were piglets...I'd seen some little ears and tails on a few mornings, but never a whole piglet. This morning, though, THREE piglets were trooping around their little pen. They were SO cute!! No piglets on my Tudor City -> Park Ave South commute...
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I think you'll find that it was three bald guys wandering through the field
do you mean three bald midgets?
Love your blog, Kate. Watch out for the black ice on those chilly mornings before the sun gets to the road surface. Treacherous! We're having a classic New York moment in the office here today. There are at least 15 fire engines, including ladder trucks, rescue vans, fireman with axes, and so on right outside my window. The trucks have the intersection of 40th and Fifth completed blocked. Sirens have been blaring for an hour or more. Well, there's one of those little Post Office vans that sell stamps from the van, like a hot dog truck, parked right in the middle. And, a queue of probably twenty people standing in line to buy the new, more expensive 39c stamps. All these people are completely surrounded by fireman with axes and fire hooks running around right next to them, and nobody is blinking an eye...just keeping their place in line. Only in New York, as you will appreciate.
Talked to Mom on the phone last night, she is having great skiing in Utah with Sally and Sally. Rrufus and I are getting along fine, but walking to the train in the downpour this morning was dreary. Write soon! Love,
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