Disc golf was tough today but the other option was to walk shyly to a side door. As much as I like side doors (I really do), today was not the day. So I went all 2-in-the-afternoon, all night sweat and comforting Cone, Canopy.
Temp: 25 degrees.
Wind Chill: 7 degrees.
Winds: 37 mph steady.
Gusts: Up to 50 mph.
I could not feel my fingers, but fuck my fingers. I mean fuck feeling them. Sorry, fuck is a strong word. I mean forget your fingers. Feeling your own fingers is overrated.
Dumb kids (in snow).
When you give energetic thumbs-ups to cameras, it means you are sloppy depressed. So I hope Sara is OK now.