Nil

Nearly zero last night. Maybe it got there in places, possibly right here. I woke with the sensation of a low tone, at 0200, unsure if it was part of a dream or a real sound. I suspect it was a sound from the cold, the ice. The icicles on the south side have partly sublimated, until I knocked them down. The driveway, already narrow, is thick in ice, worrisome.

Cold like this talks, in it's own language. It moans and grunts, as I do these days. A creaky voice, rumbling.

Both humidifiers going full blast, stew on the boil, pans of water at each heater vent, bedroom and spare shut off and very cold. None of which really bothers me. All manageable, we keep cozy no problem. It's the damned pollution excluding the clean, crisp air that should be searing one's lungs. An honest sub-zero day is fine with me. The PM 2.5s over 77 µg/m3 is horrible. (Under 12 is good, under 34 is moderate.) That gets in and does cellular damage. As bad as growing up with a coal furnace - oh, wait, I've done that as well. This is exactly why the fireplace is blocked up, and I will never set a fire in it. I am exposed to a bit more hazardous material than most workers not in mining or certain types of manufacturing. Plus x-rays and bio-hazards. So I try not to make it worse voluntarily.

D getting a bit cabin-feverish. I really don't want him walking outside in this crappy air if he doesn't need to. So, we'll take the car to the library, while the pot stews.