Yeah, it's cold.

I can't remember the last time I heard this much whining about the cold. It's below zero. So wear a coat and some long johns. I had to punch out Wally the cashier at the drugstore this morning for asking me "Cold enough for you Chet?" I hated to do it seeing as how he's only got the one arm but anyone stupid enough to say that on a day like today has it coming. But he knew it and as soon as the blood clotted he apologized for being a total douchebag.

I ran into Marty Labia who was wearing what looked like an eyepatch on his nose. Turns out his wife Fern is making nosemuffs in her spare time. Marty looked like a damn fool but he said his nose was warm and he's not one to lie so I guess if you don't mind looking like a retarded pirate, it does the job. Marty's still working up to the saw mill but he says he's retiring this year while he still has the six fingers, even though one of them is actually a toe they grafted to where he thumb was. Damn fine man, Marty is, and a hell of a hunter and tracker. We're planning to go out when bow season for squirrel opens in March. Should be good crackers.