The coldest cold I have ever felt was on Saturday night.  My eyelashes froze together.  I shit you not.  I was ok in the negative 22 degree Fahrenheit weather that felt like 40 below with the wind chill in Chicoutimi, QC.  I had covered my head with two hats, my hands had three pairs of gloves each, my legs also had three layers and my torso had a tank top, long underwear, long sleeve shirt, a tshirt and a hoodie, with a fleece cirque jacket and the outer shell of my cirque winter jacket.  The only exposed part of my body was my eyes and I covered them every few minutes with my hands to keep them from freezing, still as the last road case was going onto my truck and even though the boys told me several times to go inside I was going to finish my job.  I was going to supervise the loading of my truck as I had done in the 26 cities before Chicoutimi.  Then my eyelashes froze shut and I was blind.   For about six seconds I stood there eyes closed unable to see asking the boys to help me because my eyes had frozen shut.  My friend came over to me and put his gloves against my eyes, the side that had the heating pads in them and my eye lashes came undone.  My toes were numb at that point, along with my nose and cheeks.  By the time my truck was shut, locked and ready to roll my eyelashes had frozen together twice more.  This time I used my own gloves heating pads to open them up.  This was just two hours of my life that were broken up into twenty minute stints outside so as not to actually injure myself.  The boys and two girls on the crew had to load out for another six hours on sunday in even harsher temps where not only eyelashes but nostrils froze together.  This is by far the most challenging load out ever, merely due to the cold let alone the language barrier that exsisted for half of the cast and crew. I have been in Quebec province since the beginning of December.  I have spent a month and a half in an area of Canada where English is the second language and instead of getting better at French I feel like all I can do is use more Quebec slang. Oil well. We got to Detroit six and a half hours after we left the hotel in Chicoutimi.  I ate dinner and drank with two friends until about two a.m.  then came back to my room and re-arranged my two double beds.  One is now a “couch” the other I moved next to the window so I can wake up to the river and the bridge in the distance.  It makes me feel like I am only a few blocks from the bridge only Manhattan is missing on the other side. I will be home on the second of February with several days in Brooklyn with my friends and the opportunity to celebrate my birthday with my friends.   I bought my ticket to England for July and Arizona for April to see my brother. Shit keeps getting better.