Minus 31. MINUS 31. I mean, what the hell IS that?
Still, I met a woman yesterday who was reminiscing about “the good old days” when temperatures dropped to 60 below. Below! Yeesh.
I’ve tried, but photography still can’t adequately show the 1/2 inch of ice built up on the lower inside surface of the windows.
It’s so cold, the Chariot frosted up when we came inside last night.
It feels no colder than our typical jaunt to the post office at home, but I suppose the cold North Atlantic wind has something to do with that. Here, there’s no wind to speak of. It’s so arid that my moisturizer is drying out in the jar.