global warming my (freezing) ***

So I get up this morning, go to my car, and my key sticks in the lock, took three tries to get it open. Which happens on occasion, but it's annoying. The snow on the windows (there's always a new inch, every morning) was feather-light, easily brushed off, but the engine took a few seconds to catch - and my car's not that old, has fuel injectors, cold mornings don't really bother it. And once started, it made some truly horrible noises pulling out of the driveway; I thought either I had the emergency brake on (but it was off), or my Toyota was trying to communicate with whales, like that probe in Star Trek IV.

My tape deck got in on the act, woodging up and down through my J-pop like a drunk orchestra, so I stopped it, tried to figure out if it was the tape or the deck that was the issue. And then I went by the mall clock. -7 degrees (-22 C).

Ah. I see. Yeesh.

Walking to work (the closest parking is half a mile away), I felt something on my eyelashes - reached up and they were laced with ice crystals.

You know, much as I like to write stories about hypothermia, it's less enjoyable to live them... I feel like writing a beach fic. Or a desert story. Something warm...!