That Doctor on the right looks a bit like Dick Cheney to me.
Mercy, it is cold. And this is from Los Angeles - where the area's citrus has been reduced 75% by the frosts. Cold. 77 below on Mt. Washington, NH - brisk by any standard.
Watched a house nearby (three across as the crow flies from the deck in back) go up in flames on Friday night - could it have been related to someone seeking some warmth? Methinks so, as Ted and I sauntered past the building to see what happened to it - boarded up and damaged, but not as much as what I thought from watching those flames. Creepy close. Started as a plume of smoke - how odd, thought I. Within minutes, full-on flames reaching the sky, littered with embers flying and flittering about. Asbestos, anyone? Pretty real shit, I do say.
Rain here this morning, with chance of more? Who knows? Snow has fallen in parts of LA untouched by such for two decades. Malibu? Yup. The 5 is closed on the Grapevine. Boy, do I have a memory of doing my last motorcycle ride without a helmet law - Thanksgiving 1992? Anyhow, seeing weather reports of the cold up on that stretch, I opted for the 101. It was still as cold as ______ - fill in the blank.

Getting off (I wish) my bike at Pea Soup Andersons in Buellton was frightening, as my knees were so amazingly frozen yet seemingly colder when I stopped. Bedecked in leathers and silks, it was still really frigid. The thought of continuing on was daunting, but duty called and I had to be in LA for work the following morning. Fun!

Ah, to be young again. No, someone else's turn. I am content but chilled.

And do let me tell you of how much fat has been burned off someway somehow recently. Clothes that haven't been bothered with for hundreds of pounds fit me again. Hello wardrobe! The real test will be when those aforementioned leathers fit. Those were not cheap and I covet them yet. I have a cherished memory of my mother asking to see me all gussied up in road wear while visitng Boston in Winter some time ago. She loved the look, or so she said. I looked like something dangerous without the bike between my legs with all that on me. Or so I think. Ohhhh, danger! As if.