Yeah soooo... its definitely 12 degrees and dropping up here in sunny Indianapolis. I'm pretty sure this is the coldest I've been all year. There is ice everywhere. I feel like Knut die Kleines Eisbaare (hate that frikken polar bear). But the thing that is most fascinating to me about this particular trip is, because I notice things like this, the waves in the lake across the street. Yesterday they were going to my right. Today, yeah you guessed it: they are going to the LEFT. This is blasphemy, I'm pretty sure of it. God might just have strike down this lake for trying to be unique and such But I've figured out WHY this lake is trying to be special. It's lonely. That's right. Following the wisdom of the great Bob Ross, "even big old (substitute lake for tree) need friends." It's lonely. It wants a friend, and it figures the only way to gain one, is to just look fucking special. ...well, congatulations lake! Congrats... you now have a friend. I will add you on Facebook.