Wednesday, February 18, 2015
You know that feeling of queasy fear you get as you crest the top of a roller coaster and brace yourself for the long plunge into certain destruction?
Well, we crested the peak at 19 degrees late this afternoon. As the sun set, my anxiety rose.
We've just begun the plunge to -13 F.
I've never experienced a temperature that low before.
I know a lot of people live in places much colder and survive to tell the tale, but I honestly don't know how they do it.
For me it might as well be the cold black vacuum of outer space.
I can not imagine how my world will survive the impact. Won't it explode? Or implode? Won't it shatter into a million tiny splinters of ice and debris? Surely there is no sustainable life at -13?
If you don't hear from me in a few days, just look up. I'll be that cloud of cosmic dust drifting aimlessly in space.