It was 1°F (-17°C) when we left the house this morning! We take a ferry across the Hudson to the train every morning, and as of today, the river is really beginning to ice over. It’s a combination of thrilling and terrifying to be on the boat as it crashes through the mini-icebergs!
On the Manhattan side of the commute, people are wrapped up in scarves and down and boots. I love this time of year—everyone becomes an anonymous, steamy-mouthed, red-nosed, hunchbacked blob, scurrying to the door of an office building to get out of the cold.
Back home on the sofa, wool socks and blankets can’t compete with the warmth given off by a 10-pound dog. We are totally taking advantage of our little Bruno’s furnace-like body, but somehow I don’t think he minds.