Testing the Boots

Last week I was test driving my boots. 

I phrased that incorrectly. Test walking?  

In preparation for visiting the young lad in Boston, we got out the seldom used winter boots and trod around town in 69° weather, looking slightly wistfully on the weather app at the 39° temp there. 

We had some 39° mornings the prior week and I went into work in shirtsleeves. They said, aren't you cold? And I said I'm in training for Boston. 

Good thing!

You know how we say out West, "well at least it's a dry heat." We were lucky it was a dry cold for the most part and I only needed the boots on the last morning, slogging through the melting slush on the way to the T. 

But it was a record cold. 

We got some snow on the last night. 

Ernest's new pad was very warm and comfy.