Monday Luther King (MLK)

Stinkin’ 11 below zero this morning, coming into work. I had the car parked in front of my house last night, rather than in the garage. By the time I scraped the frost off all the windows, my fingers were in pain. For the first half of my drive into work, I pulled my fingers out of their individual glove fingers, and just made a fist, hoping that, like freezing companions in a snowy woods, huddling them together for warmth would do the trick.