I KNOW I SOUND LIKE A BROKEN RECORD

 IT WAS AN ICY COLD LOOKING LAKE HURON EARLIER TODAY

Under sunny skies, it was a short little skiffle into Bayfield and back for Pheebs and I this morning.  With the temperature sitting at 10F I didn't feel like going too far.  

Imagine my surprise today when I turned the key in our little Winnebago Itasca (Scooter) motorhome and it started.  I had positioned the Jeep in front of the rig and had hauled out my jumper cables in preparation to jump-start Saturday's dead battery.  Just for the heck of it, I thought I'd give Scooters ignition key a turn and by golly if the battery didn't turn over and fire up the engine.  I let the engine run for a while before turning it off.  With below-freezing temperatures forecasted for 13 out of the next 14 days, I will have to keep a closer eye on that battery. 

 FROSTY WINDOWS AGAIN THIS MORNING

I know I sound like an old broken record but how nice again this afternoon to be tipped back in my sunroom recliner reading while being warmed by January's sunshine beaming through the big windows.  Every little bit helps this time of year and I sure enjoy grabbing every little bit I can.  

 HOPING FOR A HOT CUP OF COFFEE ON A FROSTY MORNING THESE FOLKS FOUND THE COFFEE SHOP CLOSED

ONLY A FEW HARDY SOULS OUT WALKING

BAYFIELD'S ICE-CAPPED PIERS CAN BE SEEN JUTTING OUT TOP RIGHT

 I CAN ASSURE YOU I DID NOT TAKE THESE PHOTOS ANYWHERE NEAR THE ARCTIC CIRCLE

Judging from the fourteen-day weather forecast it looks like we will not be getting our hoped-for January thaw this year.  That three or four-day thaw usually occurs around about the third week in January.  Oh well, a short month from now we will be over halfway through February headed full tilt for some melting in March:))

GROANER'S CORNER:(( George W. Bush, in an airport lobby, noticed a man in a long flowing white robe with a long flowing white beard and flowing white hair.  The man had a staff in one hand and some stone tablets under the other arm. George W. approached the man and inquired, "Aren't you Moses?" The man ignored George W. and stared at the ceiling.  George W. positioned himself more directly in the man's view and asked again, "Aren't you Moses?" The man continued to peruse the ceiling. George W. tugged at the man's sleeve and asked once again, "Aren't you Moses?"  The man finally responded in an irritated voice, "YES, I AM!"  George W. asked him why he was so uppity and had taken so long to answer him.  The man replied, "The last time I spoke to a Bush I ended up stuck in a desert for forty years!

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