It's January. And that means one thing: I will regain feeling in my fingers in three months.It's a lovely 10 degrees outside now and it is gently snowing. It's been gently snowing for about four days, which adds up to a not-so-gentle pile of cold on the ground. But that's preferable to the wind-whipped frozen grenades that hit our area a week or so ago.
Still, all of it contributes to a general frozen feeling no matter how many layers of clothing I wear.
I feel like the late, great Darryl Kile, who in a bit of unfortunate typecasting is pictured as half frozen while snow falls around him on a barren planet.
It all makes me long for those summer days of green grass, lemonade, and major leaguers playing beach baseball.
What's that? You've never heard of major league beach baseball?
How about now?
No?
Did it at least make you feel a little bit warmer?
Yeah, me neither.
It's too f---ing cold for that nonsense.
I'm going to bed.
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