In which F is for Fahrenheit, but could also be for F*ucking cold outside!  And, apparently, given that little Freudian slip of the Finger, it truly is.  Dang.  A high of 1F today.  Eight-below-zero tonight.  "Feels like" a helluva lot colder...

The doorknob on the door to the garage (a detached garage) was frozen this morning, the two cars with openers locked inside.  I can see now that a touchpad opener on the exterior could be useful once or twice a year.  I suggested using a blow dryer to defrost the knob and the DH emerged from the house with the heat gun and all I could imagine was a detached garage in flames so I retreated into the house for some other distraction while he blew on the door.

The knob was defrosted in only a few minutes, of course, and entry gained, but there was still plenty of  moisture in the knob and it froze back up again in mere minutes.  We enjoyed a comparitively warm and melty weekend, which concluded with a light rain last night followed by a fierce, howling wind to bring in the cold.

Wow, this month is flying by -- I guess December always does.  The next meeting of my book club is purely social and, this year, includes an optional cookie exchange, to which I opted in but kind of wish I hadn't though I'm sure I'll be thankful in the end.  I was thinkin' I still had a week or so, but it's this Wednesday!

We'll be meeting at the same place where this photo was taken last night:

Self-Portrait with New Earrings (knitted ones that I made myself) and The Thing on the Bathroom Wall at the Restaurant Where I Attended a Christmas Party

...and it remains to be seen whether my unintended series of holiday party bathroom self-portraits continues and, if it does, how it will differ because I'm pretty sure I won't be looking much different and I think this is the only bathroom at this particular establishment.  ; )

Think good, warm, healing thoughts please.  Thanks.