Man, is it ever cold. A storm blew in last weekend and hung around, then the temperature plummeted to the single digits. Gah! Taking a five week old puppy outside at 2 in the morning when it's 3 degrees outside is utter torture. But the little tyke is a trooper and gets her business done in seconds flat. I always watch to make sure her pee doesn't freeze before it's all the way out.
The snow is beautiful, though. There was an awesome sunrise this morning, but it's clouded up again and the wind is blowing. Since it hasn't started melting yet, the roads aren't covered with that grimy gray slush you usually see in a city with lots of traffic. Bend is serene, the lifestyle laid back, and no one here is ever in a hurry. When it's cold, things slow down even more. And because Central Oregon climate is so arrid, our skin tends to freeze-dry in the winter. My nose and lips are so dry I can hardly stand it.
The puppy and I went out last night to buy Christmas cards at the Human Society thrift store. Quite a bargain. Now I have to address the things and get them in the mail so they'll at least arrive close to Christmas day. My heart's not in it, though. We didn't put up a tree, no decorations grace the mantel, no wreath hangs on the front door, and my kitchen doesn't smell like cinnamon and nutmeg. Not a big holiday person, and neither is my husband. I miss my kids and grandkids, and since I can't be with them, I prefer skipping the holiday altogether. Nuff said.
Today will be a busy day. I have client phone calls to return, critiques to do, a puppy to care for, words to add to the WIP, laundry to fold, and I absolutely must get my butt down to the computer store to drop off my old iMac. The big shiny new Mac G5 is waiting for me to get all my stuff transferred over, but I'm having trouble unplugging the old machine. Not technical trouble, mental trouble. I rely so heavily on my computers that detaching any cables or chords is like shutting off life support and I freak out. It's a phobic thing. I seem to be getting more and more of those these days.
My husband and I aren't exchanging gifts this year. We figure the puppy is gift enough. But what I'd really like for Christmas is an uninterrupted day of writing. No other obligations, no phone calls, no visits... That would be heaven.