My cheeks were rosy, but the Getting Roomie On The Shuttle To The Starship procedure wasn't. We had a minor snag.
On mornings like this, while she's finishing up her getting dressed and suchlike, I go clear the sidewalk out to the garage and de-snow her car.
Sure, it's easy to sweep a dusting of powder off the sidewalk with a broom, but getting into said garage this AM required an extension cord and a hair dryer, after an attempt with a butane lighter was foiled by the gentle 22mph zephyrs wafting from the sou'-sou'west.
13 degrees is frickin' cold.