It's only -7C (-14 with the windchill) right now, and we're getting freezing rain. But I'm cold and damp and crabby as all get-out.
Plus my DH wants us to go skating on the canal this week. I hate skating, I hate the cold, and I want to know why my parents moved here instead of some southern state!!
I was thinking about you all yesterday when I was standing in my back stairhall. It's three stories, and virtually no heat gets to that part of the house. (I'm about to slip into Fahrenheit, as we have an old thermometer back there) It was 45F back there, and as I raced through it, I thought, "oh, boy, I can't wait until summer when it'll be about 90F back here. And humid."
Could we have a happy median, please!?
Zen, that temperature just makes me want to cry.
What on earth possessed people to settle up here?!
Anne, you're one of the lucky ones. My SIL lives "down there", and we laugh when she tells us she has to get her broom out to clear away the dusting of snow.
Stay warm but especially, stay safe if you have to go out. 
