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[katallison]

Cold. Cold cold cold. Twelve below zero this morning, thirty-two-below windchill. Inside my house it's hovering around 65, and getting myself out from under the down comforter was something of an exercise in willpower. I have re-learned a small but key bit of winter wisdom--when it's this cold, I have to get up, run the hot water for a while, and then go back to bed for maybe fifteen minutes. That kick-starts the hot water heater, which has been sitting in the very cold basement sullenly cooling down all night. If I *don't* do that, I have at best a tepid shower, which is not good in an ambient temperature of 65 degrees. Doing this does mean, however, that one has to do the forcing-oneself-out-from-the-warm-cavern-of-bed twice, which sucks.

I remind myself, as I pick away at story edits, that -12 F, or -24 C, is the average daily *high* for January, in Inuvik. Heh. Yes, I continue to have a hard time seeing Ray feeling much enthusiasm for staying up there.

Comments

[thepouncer.livejournal.com]

Oh man, I don't think I could get out from under the covers twice. You are a strong woman.

[the-star-fish.livejournal.com]

This strategy sounds like the one I use on weekdays -- my son takes his shower before I do, that way I get the fresh tank of hot, hot water.

But yeah, the toughest part is actually getting out of the bed.

And I tend to agree about Ray in Inuvik. At least the outskirts. Maybe downtown Inuvik has more to offer ... :)

It's all about gigantic gender-smearing clothing.

[anorakbird.livejournal.com]

I moved to Northern Alberta after living in the Greater Vancouver area all my life. -20C in the springtime, man. But I acclimatized, you know? By the time I left, I could go out in weather like that wearing only a light sweater over my regular clothes. Open, yet.

I'm sure Ray would be okay, especially once he discovered that the main pastime for people living in small towns in that climate is hittin' the sauce.