Cold snap here in Calgary this week. -40 with the wind chill.

I had avoided writing about our extraordinarily mild winter to date thus far, in fear of evoking just this sort of thing.

This is a concern for me, because last year I sort-of burned the tip of my nose in a medicinal tanning booth (a treatment for "the heartbreak of psoriasis"). Back then, I thought I had a cold, but in fact I was scorching my honker to the point of an open welt.

This has now made my beak somewhat sensitive to fluctuations in temperature. I suspect the cold weather is especially damaging, as I lose all feeling there after just a few minutes of exposure.

If the tip of it fell off, I shudder to think of where doctors might take a graft from, to replace it. Although, as Mrs. That Dan Guy often suggests, I have no sense of smell anyway, so it probably wouldn't matter what part of my sea of rolling flesh they trimmed...

Chow for now!!