Jeremy walked outside to start his truck as he does each morning before leaving for a 35 minute commute from the country to work. The -30 degree temperature embraced him like a cricket bat to the face, the numbness was comparable.
Wearing nothink but flip flops which doubled as slippers and his housecoat, a gift from his wife and daughters, he hurriedly skipped through the snow toward his truck hoping that the lighter he stepped the less snow would cover and instantly freeze his toes. Being that he was a little heavy the lightest steps in the world would still result in a drift over his 5 piggies.
The engine groaned and turned slowly over twice, on the third, life sprung into his sleepy frozen engine. The RPM's rose and soon he departed confident that it would continue running while he executed the morning routine.
Stomping the snow out of his "slippers" was done with great care, since a house-full of sleeping women was not a place that would welcome stomping about at 6 a.m., the woodstove was still radiating a welcome heat near the door to the house, there were surely enough embers to re-ignite the the main source of heat. A few seasoned logs thrown on and it was time to Get coffee started, dress and sneak out of the house once more.
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