Uncharming!

Well, it is minus six outside, wind chill minus 15, and this would be fine except that the wind is blowing ice pellets, which are banging on my window as if thousands of Lilliputians were trying to get me to sneak out of the house and go to the malt shop with them in some horrifying 1950s film (Daddio Gulliver's Travels). And yet we have to go to school. It is un-hep.

What is even less hep is that our air conditioner is letting gusts of freezing air into the main room. But at least that is fixable.