It's been hovering just above the freezing mark here lately, which has everyone going on about how cold it is, and has those of us who grew up in Michigan sneering a bit, given that this would be warm for January in Michigan, where it's typically in the teens and 20s.
But for real perspective on winter cold, I suggest picking up one of the Little House books. I was rereading These Happy Golden Years at work today, and got to a passage where everyone was happy because it was so warm: only 20 below zero.
Yikes. Reminds me once again how happy I am not to live on the plains.
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