Cold. Bonecrushing Cold.

The temperature over the past couple of days has been hovering between -20 and -5 degrees. I have been wearing these gloves, which have been met with some resistance. Troy audibly groaned when I put them on as we were leaving a restaurant. Brad hid his face because he was embarassed to even be near someone who would wear something so horrible. Travis told me that I looked like a bird handler waiting for an eagle to land on my hand and dig into me with its talons.I am freeeezing. But my hands are warm.

"Time for the weather report. It's cold out, folks. Bonecrushing cold. The kind of cold which will wrench the spirit out of a young man, or forge it into steel." -Northern Exposure, 1992