Welp.

What even are those numbers?? Those aren't real. Did my phone change to Celsius when I wasn't looking? Where am I? I don't live in the damn tundra. What is this? How does one function in these temperatures? What have I done? I probably won't even live to have these questions answered - I'll be Han in Carbonite. A Morgan Popsicle. A pioneer who hath succumbed to the elements.

If you need me, I'll be spending my days alternating between a hot bath, stewing myself alive, and dressing like Jon Snow, North of the Wall. Please send hot toddy's and flannel pajamas. Tell my family I loved them.

Winter is here.