Ya, but it'a a damp cold.

It is a brisk 14 degrees here, high atop the Radisson Hotel in beautiful downtown Fargo. This place is flat. The highest thing between here and the Canadian border is a barb wire fence, and the way the wind was blowing this morning I think the top two strands are down. I am working on a helicopter that is inside a huge storage hangar. It has about ten airplanes in it. It is heated, but every time the temperature gets barely up to comfortable, the line guys have to open the door and move an airplane in or out. Like a dope I left all my long johns safely in my dresser drawer at home, so I spent a fruitless hour and a half today scouring the stores here in Fargo for a pair of thermal bottoms. Now, you would think in a town this size somebody would have a stock of long johns left. I mean, it's still WINTER here. But no. If I wanted a highwhyan floweredy shirt or a pair of shower shoes, they've got plenty of those. The only nice thing was driving the rental car. It is a new Mercury something or other and it has heated seats. Strange and wonderful. It's exactly like backing up to the wood stove, without having to stand up. I think I'll go drive around a little before bed.