My car read -13. It’s -40 with windchill. We are as cold as Hoth.
I was mildly disappointed when I stepped outside, however. I didn’t feel like a popsicle. I felt pretty good in the cold.
However, my car disagreed with me plenty. Every time I tried to break it was very reactive. I stopped in a hurry. It felt very strange. My digital display had streaks and any time you altered the display it would have the previous notes frozen into it for a good while. My car hates this weather.
I let it warm up for about five minutes. From what I could tell, it wanted longer. The engine sounded a bit strained, like a child with asthma breathing after running a few miles. But I made it to work.
The roads are fairly ridiculous too. They’re frozen. It didn’t matter if there was anything on the road, like an ice mage it just conjured up what little moisture was in the air around it, and stuck it to the surface. Turning onto the highway, not a bit of build up in sight, I was skidding. It was exciting. I still cruised down the highway at a good haul, at least after I got out of the pinch where a truck and minivan didn’t want to let me in as I merged.
All the schools are shut down today. I wish work was cancelled, but we no longer get those beautiful leisure days. What would I do if I didn’t have to come into work? Workout and do dishes. I’m exciting. Maybe get some actual writing done instead of saying “Of course I’ll write,” then turning on Netflix as “background” noise and becoming all consumed with Captain Kirk and the exploits of the Starship Enterprise. I need to fall back on music like I used to.
Stay warm everyone! I hear Minnesota is making Milwaukee sound warm, but otherwise we’re pretty much as low as it gets.
To that I say, come visit Wisconsin, where if you pee outside it freezes before hitting the ground!
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