An Arctic front is approaching Vancouver.
Apparently, it’s going to get cold. Really cold. So cold it could freeze my tit off. My one and only. My left one left behind. The one I worry about and check for lumps and subject to mammograms and ultrasounds. The one my oncologist wonders if I’d ever consider removing. Just to be safe.
The one I just might send out, under-dressed, to play in the snow.