I am waiting for my car to warm up before heading in to work. The temperature at 8:30 is about -10F. That's not windchill, that's the actual temperature. I hate this windchill crap anyway. It's only relevant if you out there with your skin exposed: aka naked. If you are outside naked in -10F, there's more wrong with you than warmth is going to cure.

So anyway, I'm still not totally over this flu thing yet. My head is feels like it is filled with cotton, I have a hacking cough, my nose is stuffed up, and I am pretty sure I am still running a slight temperature. But I can't stay away from work for more than two days. I went in yesterday too.

Well, I went to warm up the car this morning, because experience tells me if I don't on a day like this my breath will frost the windshield and I won't be able to see. On the way back I noticed a slight variant on the usual paw prints in the back yard. By way of preface this dog is mid-sized, about Springer Spaniel-ish. So instead of footprints there were body prints, where the dog had lunged out of the snow and gone forward about a foot. They were in large sweeping circles all over the acre of land that makes up my backyard. Here's this dog, not all that large, covered in a thin layer of fur (he's a short hair), and he must have been outside lunging through snow at chest level in -15F weather. Not only was he doing this, he was clearly enjoying himself.

Dogs are fucked up animals.