Sadly, the new system’s not operational, the old one’s crippled and wheezing fitfully, there are holes in every corner of the house (some leading to the frozen great outdoors), and yes, the contractor’s pipe guys were called out of town on an emergency job (I think they’re gambling in Vegas or something), so things might stay this way for a while.

Even the mighty Wonderdog seemed happy when his morning walk ended in a nice warm(ish), doggie bed.

Wally the Icicledog? It lacks the resonance of “Wonderdog”

The Underground clearly needs to work on that timing thing.

After all, the snow that found its way into my truck at the end of my last trip into town (the same day I fished with Wayne in the snow) is still there.

Much of the country is experiencing similar cold, and the Underground is going to boldly predict a wave of fly tying posts among fly fishing’s blogosphere (who knew this punditry stuff was so easy)?

Any good “frozen north” stories among the Undergrounders? What do the Undergrounders do when the weather outside is frightful?

More to come soon, Undergrounders – provided I can find those fingerless fleece gloves so I can type again – I won’t need them for fishing for at least a couple days, and the old digits still work best when warm.

See you all wrapped up in fleece, Tom Chandler.

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