No Seriously

Precious readers, it is cold. It is bone-chilling levels of stupid cold here. The cat keeps randomly jumping on me to try and get warm. I don't think it's working for her. I don't mind though because while she's on me, I can pet her and I think that's the only thing keeping my fingers warm. 

Tomorrow is supposed to be worse. This weekend is supposed to just launch that level of worst into the stratosphere. I do not want snow or ice or bitter air ripping at my soul. 

But here it is.