Chris and I prepared for the Antarcditka storm that moved in last night by covering all of the front windows and door cracks with blankets. We brought our space heater into our room with us and shut the bedroom door last night and hoped for the best. But still, when the temp dropped to -20 in the early morning hours yesterday I felt it on every inch of my body. It was almost like Chris and I experienced it at the exact same moment the storm came knocking on our door because right as I pulled the blanket closer around my face he got up and turned the heat on higher. Of course Harlow slept completely under every blanket, face and all, but he does this every night (even in the summer) so that wasn't anything new.
I had planned to spend the entire day inside working from my bed only having to leave the house around 4 p.m. to go to my class at Second City, but I woke up Monday morning to find that our internet provider was down. Why God why... I could have worked on other things sans internet except for the fact I had a very important Skype call I had to be on at 1 p.m. So I put on my snowboots my long johns and long winter coat and set out for the Starbucks that is about four blocks from my house.
The first block wasn't bad. I even got a little cocky for a second and wondered what everyone was freaking out about canceling work and school. But after about seven minutes I started to crack. Literally. My fingers cracked under my gloves, my lips cracked beneath my scarf, and it actually felt as if my cheek bones were going to shatter. For a brief second I wanted to cry and run home. But I continued on. I had no other choice. There was no one else on the snow filled street around me and I actually started to feel like I was one of the lone survivors from Alive.
*Alive is a movie from 1993 about a Rugby team stranded in the Alps after their plane crashes. One by one they start to die until they are eventually forced to EAT each other to stay alive. I shouldn't have been allowed to watch this film at the young impressionable age that I was because it made a huge impact on my life. I still get nervous flying over the mountains. And I also have a terrible habit of scanning a plane every time I get on board just to get an idea of whom I would eat first. (If need be.)
But I digress.
When I got to Starbucks ten minutes after leaving my house I was breathing as if I'd just run a marathon, only to find that it was absolutely packed. Every seat was taken. Turns out that all of the other losers working from home like myself were seeking internet as well.
And so with tears in my eyes and frozen boogers in my nose (gross I know, but I have to paint you an accurate picture here) I set out to walk four more blocks to the next Starbucks. Sadly the internet was down at this Starbucks as well. At this point my spirits were incredibly low and I just wanted to give up all together. I almost did in fact, several times. But deep down I knew I couldn't, I had to continue on. Not for me, but for my fallen Uruguayan rugby brothers.
I walked two more blocks to the next Starbucks. I'm not sure how long it took me because by this time I was in such a deep state of hypothermia that I had lost complete track of time. (And also because my iphone had stopped working because it got too cold.) When I stepped inside I almost cried to the good Lord when there was not only a seat for me, but also internet. It was your standard crappy AT&T Starbucks internet that takes about ten minutes to refresh a page, but it was internet never the less.
So in total I'd just like it to be known that today around 10 a.m. when it was roughly -18 (-39 with windchill) I walked over a mile roundtrip. #survivor
Luckily the day wasn't a complete loss for everyone. Harlow was more than pleased to get a package addressed specifically to him from Doggy Loot. Doggy Loot is a dog's paradise (and owner's) because it offers every toy, treat, chew, collar and anything else dog related you could imagine for up to 75% off, delivered straight to your door wherever you live.
Harlow chose Tuffy Jr to keep him occupied during these long cold days inside.
And I wouldn't believe it if I didn't see it myself, but Tuffy is so tough Harlow hasn't even made a dent in him! That's saying quite a lot considering Harlow usually chews through toys within thirty minutes.
Because of Har's wheat allergy I'm trying to be more cautious when it comes to his treats so I was delighted to see these awesome Sweet Potato Chews.
Stay warm, stay safe and remember there's only 120 days until summer....