18 degrees. That’s how cold it is outside. It was 10 degrees when I woke up at 9:30 this morning. I haven’t seen 10-degree weather since my stint in Pennsylvania’s Siberia, AKA Grove City.
The driveway is still a sheet of ice, even though Papa Raptor salted it twice yesterday. The streets don’t look much better. Our deck is an ice-skating rink. Both lawns are frozen blocks of soil. The minivan got left outside during the storm Saturday night (no room in the garage), and the door was still frozen shut this afternoon.
It hasn’t been this cold around here in years. Global warming my @$$.