This Thing Called A Polar Vortex
 
On this the eve of a polar vortex,the city is quietly eerie. Except for dangerous high winds which keep folks inside, but shake and break tree limbs so much so that they crash to the frozen ground.
Five states cancelling all mail services with perhaps more to follow. Schools and all government offices closed in the vortex track. Rapidly dropping temps way below zero and blinding snow makes even our little dog aware that the pottie pad inside is the best place to do his job.
We are prepared ( as best as we can be) never having had to face this before. But cannot help and think of and pray for those who aren't.


By JacieStralkoDuca

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