it's so cold. for the past 2 days we've been getting minus 20 degree temperatures not including the windchill. abigail crosses her legs not to have to go outside to pee and old crippled skipper makes it back to the house in record time when i have to put him out. keith works in the shipping department at the mill and complains that it's "bivvering" on the warf. i love that word. from the warmth of my livingroom i hear the cry of the blue jay as clear and piercing blue as it's feathers, as this cold day.