I decided to brave the elements yesterday morning. (I had to go to work.) I bundled up the kid (note: kid looks like cream puff in winter gear), then me, and stepped outside, and you know what? It wasn't that bad. IT WAS MINUS FREAKING TWENTY CELSIUS OUTSIDE.* That I would find -20 C "not bad" is insane. To me, this proves that winter messes with your mind.
I still blame my ancestors. Why oh why, after living through one winter here, would you not pack up and leave? How many roots could you possibly have put down in less than a year? What possessed you to stay?
* That's -4 F for you non-metric weirdos out there.
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