Normally, cold does not affect me the way it affects many other people. It must be the French-Canadian side of me, because it sure isn’t the Portuguese side that loves cold. But tonight it is going to get really, really, really cold here in Greater Boston.
Looking at my Weatherbug Plus on the computer (that would be the ad-free version), the forecast for tonight is that it will get down to 3 degrees Fahrenheit. As a general rule of thumb, anytime you can count the temperature on one hand, without even using all of your iddle piddies, that can’t be good. And that does not count the wind chill. And the wind tonight will be blowing at around 10 to 15 mph, so that wind chill will be well below zero. At that point you won’t be able to feel your iddle piddies for very long if they aren’t protected well.
Last night was cold enough that Buckminster, the elder statescat of the house, decided that he was going to cuddle on the bed with the peasantry rather than take over the upstairs like he usually does at night when everyone else is downstairs. I know it must have pained him greatly to be slumming it with the staff, but desperate times call for desperate measures. So I imagine he will be joining the rest of us in steerage tonight as well.
-Geoff
P.S. Today is the 150th Anniversary of the end of the Battle of Stones River. As some of you may know, I was a volunteer at Stones River National Battlefield for many years. And as a member of the living history program, I slept out on the battlefield many times over the years, even on the anniversary. Thank God it never got TOO cold.
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