Let me state the obvious: it’s cold outside. Really cold.
I think it’s impacting us a little more this year because it’s been over 600 days since it was last this freaking cold. It’s that cold period where it doesn’t matter how long you idle your vehicle, you’ll still be taking a 15-minute zip across town in an igloo (with a fan blowing cold air in your face the whole time, too).
I spent the last half of my teens and early part of my 20s growing up in Dacotah. We had horses, so we had to pay close attention to the weather to make sure the horses had blankets on or if they had to come inside for the day depending on how cold it was. I still check the weather quite regularly throughout the day, even got a bit heckling for it at my last job, like when I’d exclaim “THUNDERSTORM WARNING!”. This weather is near where they cancel the school bus because they can barely get the school bus started and the kids could freeze to death if it broke down. No such luck waiting for the transit bus, though.
This is the period where my poor little boiler is working around the clock to keep it just bearable in here. It doesn’t get to take a break because it’s struggling to maintain a modest temperature. Hands and feet remain cold, too, so there’s no use cuddling. I used to protest my parents making me wear things like ski-pants and long johns because it wasn’t ‘cool’. Now I’m all for the idea. I’m even going to double or even triple up on the long johns.
Well, I really don’t know why I wanted to talk about the cold, because all it’s doing is making me feel colder. On the plus side, this says there’s only 56 days until Spring. That’s the one thing I can like about winter: it ends.