I feel like that old cricket granny. My joints ache, the cold is making me miserable. Usually we get a break back to normal temperatures every few days, but this winter has been brutal. It is taking its toll on everyone and everything. I wonder if my gray matter is half frozen, too?
Yesterday I started my car in 9 degrees. I am so sick of having frozen nose and toes and fingers, despite outerwear and socks. I'd rather stay under the covers, and that is not like me.
I pulled out of the driveway and drove half a block when I heard the siren and pulled to the curb. I looked back, but didn't see an emergency vehicle. Probably turned at the intersection. I drove away. Again a piercing loud siren. RIGHT BEHIND ME?!
NO. Nowhere to be seen.
It took me a while to realize the noise was inside my car. At first I thought my engine was whining out on high idle and ready to blow. I turned the steering wheel and it screamed. I turned around to go back home and tell hubby. Of course when he came out and said, "Start it up," it purred.
I wanted to kick it! Most likely a frozen grommet on that steering mechanism....blah-blah-blah. I've got your steering mechanism! I've got good news. The weather folks are declaring the next few days will be in the forties and perhaps 50! Perhaps my mood will improve.