Notes
9 degrees of failure.
Thought about not logging this bitch but fuck it. Got up, saw the weather (9 fucking degrees), and knew that it would not be that bad once I started. Well, for the first time ever, IT was that bad. Gloves and hat still wet from yesterday when I dug em out of the back seat of the bad ass Buick, headed into the hills. Slick as pig shit, 6 min to the .5 sign and I was frozen. Bad frozen, couldn't feel my hands or ears and it had only been 6 min. Tearing up from the cold when I slipped and fell. Had trouble getting up as my entire hand was numb and inoperable. Cursed the monkeys and finally got on my feet again. Took the left and came back. I am a bitch.
Took me several more minutes to finagle the key into the door and start the car. (Note that the bad ass Buick has no heat, only a/c...and it won't turn off. For real.) Finally got home and the hot shower burned. Can't feel my index fingertip still as I log this at 10:00 the next day.
9 degrees of failure.