Wednesday, 8:30 AM. 3 degrees, wind NW, brisk. The sky is mostly blue, and the barometer predicts sunshine.
The wind makes it a frigid if bright day and extremities were cold by the time we came in from our walk. I have been considering boots for lucky, like those some of the sled dogs are equipped with, but I doubt he will keep them on.
This is summer in the Antarctic, and the weather is about what we have been getting here but the days are nice and long. A trip south sounds good, but maybe not that far south.
Joan and I are looking forward to a quiet New Year’s Eve and the ushering out of 2008, which probably gets mixed reviews from most of us.
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