i thought capricorn was a tropic?

no way.
like,
no way, jose.
i mean it.
no way is this as bad as it gets.
y'feel me?
that's the truth.
this winter is supposedly going to be the coldest one.
that's what the alarmists and the farmers'-type almanac adherents
are all calling out, based on marginal meteorological information,
and the perverse relish that new englanders possess
for bad weather and general misfortune.
at every cornerstore and coffeeshop in conway.
there's a jerk in a jumpsuit, red cheeked and chapped-lipped,
talking noise about all the awfulness that is wintertime in this area.
c'mon, now, neighbors.
it's winter every year, isn't it?
i think so.
it's just that since the temperature has been a real A*-hole for a few weeks,
everyone with a mouth is spouting the doom and gloom of a bitter,
biting, brutal, frigid, furious, fearsome stretch of soul-crushing wintertime.
yeah.
it IS pretty cold- which is consistent with the season.
but that's just a thing that happens.
where's all the endurance at, kids?
for serious,
there hasn't been enough awful to warrant such a visceral response
from a people who've dwelt up here for more than just this january.
toughen up, maybe?
i hate the cold when it's below about twenty five degrees fahrenheit.
i'm skinny.
so i mostly just shiver and clench and complain,
but there're moves to make,
and tempers to tame,
and there's always too much sh!t to do, too-
so all of my publicly pronounced amateur-weatherman forecasts,
full of calamity and consternation
and site-specific seasonally-appropriate probability,
are just gonna have to wait...
but,
while i'm handling my actual non-atmosphere-related business,
i've got my fleece lined jauns on under my fleecy nighttime
pajama-jammie-jams, and my thick wool stocking feet
tucked snugly into my sherpa-packed corduroy slippsies:

.....aaaaand that's indoors, duders.
i mean, c'mon, now-
it's only been winter for like three weeks.
there's no point in 'the-end-is-near'-ing those arctic apocalypse antics,
when it isn't even february yet.
that's no joke.
it is going to get so much worse,
and it is is going to last so much longer.
there's very little satisfaction in early-stage winter panic attacking.
y'know?
it's all really happening.
it's cold in january in new hampshire...
that's just a thing,
pretty much since forever.
put a sweater on,
and get back to work;
never quiet, never soft.....