chas wrote:
Nano, you're looking at close to 50 below wind chill Wednesday morning. That's PAINFUL! Buster's looking at 40 below wind chill.
"Bone-breaking" is the word I use for such cold; thank goodness for insulation and central heating. Last night in honor of the impending temperature crash I watched a documentary,
The Tundra Book, and I don't know how the Chukchis do it. For most of their year it's the deep-freeze, and they live in
tents, fercryinoutloud. There's a limit to how much tradition I can romanticize.
Yeah, chas, then there's the wind chill. Even at no wind chill - it could happen - in weather like that you don't go out unless you have to. And I'm going to have to. Starting in a couple of hours we'll see around 15 hours' worth of snowfall - until now, everything substantial has bypassed us to the north and south, which is unusual - and as caretaker to my apartment building, I'll be out there manning the snowblower. I haven't done that in so long that I'm going to have to re-learn how to start it up. It won't be nearly as cold as the Tuesday and Wednesday to come, but I hope the accumulations will be light enough that I can say, "Ah, screw it." The chances of that aren't looking good, though.
chas wrote:
I know I don't need to remind y'all long-time residents, but bundle up!
You haven't lived until you've seen coeds in only lace tops and miniskirts, and young men in only jeans and T shirts, trying desperately to hail a cab in downtown MPLS when it's 9F (-13C) on New Year's Eve. And you see it every year. Those folks are obviously not from here, where we value our lives and layering itself is fashion. It's why we have cloakrooms.
benhall.1 wrote:
And there's me thinking that, because you used "A" and not "The", you were referencing "A Winter's Tale" - the mushy, sentimental song by David Essex.
I'll look it up later when I have the stomach.

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OMG. I need a shot of insulin.
