Wednesday, November 24, 2010

scratch that last one

I should have known that -42C is not really all that unusual for a December night in Manitoba.

Because I just found that button. And yeah, it said -49C.

My apologies to Hitchhikers' fans. Synchronicity has not been achieved after all.

I wouldn't be surprised if I was wrong about my highest ambient temperature either. I do clearly recall that the humidex was 52C that day, though. I remember thinking that attempting to breathe at 52C is akin to breathing through pudding.

Still, it's probably best to disregard anything you ever read on this blog.

5 comments:

kelly said...

funny how these memory things go out of whack as we turn greyer

Barbara Bruederlin said...

I stopped turning greyer years ago thanks to the bossiness of my hairdresser, Kelly.

Wandering Coyote said...

Oh, what's a measly 7 degrees at that stage of the game?

I sealed my back door in with plastic yesterday. Looks very attractive. It's also accumulating frost like my freezer.

I should sign up at Sugar Daddy.com to see if I can find myself a ticket out of here.

Toccata said...

I haven't liked this -7 all that much. Hitting Winterpeg in December is already making my old bones cold.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

It'll give Juno hours of entertainment, playing with the frost, WC. Tell her to keep her claws retracted.

You can spend Christmas glaring accusingly at whoever came up with the idea, Toccata. Provided it wasn't you, of course.