It's the post I knew I would be writing eventually: IT IS COLD HERE. Here is our forecast.
This is hard-core, frozen-boogers, hands-and-feet-are-cold-no-matter-what, eyes-watering COLD. I haven't been this cold outside since Moscow. The snow on the ground is so cold and dry it's like sand. White, frozen sand. Jeremy came back from a run tonight and his iPhone was frozen. Like, ice crystals were creeping up one side (it still worked but he will now run with it in an interior pocket instead of an exterior one).
We've finally had to give up biking around town for the next little while. We took the kids on a ride the other night when it was -8, and they were fine. But on Saturday, it was creeping into the minus teens and Sterling didn't like it. So for the first time, we took the bus to church instead of biking/walking. I think we'll be doing the same this Sunday.
Remarkably, our home has stayed pretty warm. The windows (and insulation, I suppose) in our apartment are stellar - double-paned and sealed well. It is a consistent 22-24 degrees in our living area, no matter how cold it is outside. Jeremy and I enjoy a good freeze-out while we sleep, so we have never turned on the hot-water radiator in our room. Until recently, in fact, we were sleeping with our window open. It is regularly about 9 degrees in our room when we go to bed. It feels soooo good to snuggle up in a feather blanket! I just wish I could carry one around with me outside. Though now that I think about it, they take their scarves super seriously here. Some of them are almost like blankets wrapped around one's upper torso...maybe I could get away with a feather-stuffed one, ha!
