Apparently, half the country is freezing its toes off today. Well, that’s not good.
With family and friends from Alaska to Florida, I’m getting up-to-the-minute weather reports from across the country. Frozen pipes, slick roads, wind chills in the negative you’ve-gotta-be-kidding-me range, etc.
Of course, there are several people that I’m very worried about. I hope that everyone stays safe and warm, especially in the hardest-hit areas. But, I have to admit:
I’m so proud of myself! We moved to Colorado from Texas less than four years ago. At that time, temperatures like this would have sent me diving into a cocoon of blankets right beside a space heater. Now, I barely feel it.
We went grocery shopping yesterday afternoon. When we got home, it was the high-temperature point of the day: fourteen. That’s eighteen degrees BELOW freezing. And we were fine. We all had jackets on, but we made the trips back and forth from the car to the house without complaining. (Which is nice when you’re dealing with two kids, no matter what the thermometer says!) I took the trash out when the temperatures were in the single digits, and I didn’t even get chatter-teeth.
I guess I’m not a Texan anymore!
(Seriously, though: stay safe out there. Leave yourselves plenty of room between yourself and the car in front of you, wear warm clothes, try to minimize the amount of exposed skin. I want all of you to be around for a long, long time!)