The past few days, the wind has been brutal. It's driven temperatures well below zero (Fahrenheit--so well below zero Celsius!) We've kept fairly warm.
Today, though, is the warmest day in maybe 10 days. The high is about 42. Angie, however, is wrapped up in a blanket with a scarf turban on her head and threatening to run away.
I've been cold since November, so this is just more of the same for me. I spend my days dreaming of the eventual warm-up. I ask someone every day when the weather will get warmer. Word on the street is that I'll only have to wait until mid-February.
Nila takes it all in stride, but I expect her first words may be "I hate winter" since it's the thing she hears the most from her parents.
Except for maybe "I wish there was a Chipotle here...."