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“Nothing burns like the cold.” —George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones
I’m writing this dispatch on a Wednesday. We’ve been effectively frozen in place at G2 Weather HQ in the western suburbs of Philadelphia since Sunday.
We’re not yet in Donner Party territory—advance preparation helps—but cabin fever is definitely starting to creep in.
Yesterday, I took Benji into the backyard to see if I could encourage him to do his business, since our usual walk in the park is now off-limits … it didn’t end well.
Turns out that the beautiful, almost inviting, carpet of snow is now a solid block of … Greenland.
There was about a foot of snow on the ground—not powder, frozen. The kind that looks stable right up until you put weight on it. I did. And I ended up on my ass.
And Benji?
No sympathy … in fact, I’m pretty sure he had quite a laugh at my expense.
