Left: 8:00 AM temperature map, courtesy of Intellicast.com
(Toledo, OH) I normally like winter. I like the feeling of cold air on my face in the morning as an invigorating start to the day.
To a point.
I woke up this morning feeling like a hibernating bear; my joints creaked, and for a moment I think I saw my breath hanging in the air above my head like a frozen mist.
In my house.
Toledo is collectively shivering through its coldest day of the year at the moment, as temperatures dipped to 7, 8, or 9 degrees last night (depending on which forecaster you heard). Artic winds drove the wind chill down to 18 below zero last night.
This is beyond "bone-chilling" weather; it is the kind of cold that makes people want to put on three layers of clothing and entomb themselves in a thermal sleeping bag until it passes.
Of course, my 17-year old son with bronchitis decided to go out with friends last night.
Wearing only a hooded sweatshirt. Best line: "Mom, what does it mean when your chest hurts when you cough?"
(historymike bit his tongue and DID NOT say: "It means you are a blithering idiot, son.")
If only there was some way to merge the energy of youth with the wisdom gained in one's thirties.