Sticking my head up like Punxsatawny Phil

So. It is very, very, very cold here. Went down below zero Friday night, and has stayed there continuously since, and is not going to get *above* zero until, I dunno, maybe Tuesday. Minus eleven right now, with a -40ish windchill, and forecast to be -17 tonight. I have not been out of the house since I got home on Friday evening, and I am not going to leave it until it gets by god above zero again, which means I'll be working from home tomorrow, and this is not an ideal solution, because when it's this cold I can't really get my place very warm, but going someplace that *is* warm would require, y'know, going outside. And attempting to start the car. Or standing and waiting for the bus. And I am not up to it.

In other news -- hi. (*g*) Yes, I have been absent from these parts since -- uh, sometime last year, though reading LJ fitfully and sporadically. I am fine, I should add, and life is fine, apart from the strange whatever-it-is that blocks me from being able to actually write down any of the words that go on in my head, and which has been afflicting me for months now. This has, needless to say, kept me from composing the Grand Summative Essay of Ruminative Reflection and Updatingness with which to jump back in the soup; so I'll go with a brief, unilluminating grump about the weather instead.