It got cold enough to lightly freeze the running water in rivers and creeks around Nebraska
. I suppose that's enough to compell me to surrender my Yankee pride and concede that yeah, it was rather uncomfortably cold yesterday. One major difference is that these Northern fronts usually hang around for about a week and bring some snow with them. This one has done neither. Temperatures have already returned to their December 'norm' (There's really no such thing on the Plains) of mid-thirties or so. Perfectly comfortable if you're under the sun in your coat, scarf, gloves, etc.
I read an aside in the NYT yesterday about the Syrian rebel who digs Johnny Walker Black. but has now taken to playing Islamist in order to placate therocracy minded suppliers. I have no geopolitical point to make in this observation. Or any point at all really. I would only say that I was pretty indifferent to scotch for a long time. It's as I've aged and lived through some truly cold holiday seasons that I have come to learn that a dose of high-grade scotch to a savory-filled belly on a freezing day is God-damn orgasmically good. Some Jameson in the winter is even better still. Bushmills can do the trick too. I have an uncle who's a total fuckass otherwise who brings some of that stuff around at Christmas and that's good on him. Nothing more for today comrades.
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