We stood at the kitchen window today trying to decide if the neighbor's house was on fire. The wind chill is about -20 (aka 20 degrees below zero). It is cold. The steam coming from their furnace, against the morning sun, took on an orange color -- add to that the constant stream of steam and it looked like the house was on fire. This is the second day of a nasty cold spell.
What did we do with four-year-old twins to keep them busy yesterday during this brutal cold weather? We went out, of course. We went to look at new sinks, had lunch, and bought ice skates. We put on multiple layers, warm winter boots, and headed out. Our mini-van had a full tank of gas, and we had a fully-charged cell phone in case of an emergency.
Hey, we live here. It's cold, there's no doubt about it, but it's not like we don't get this kind of cold spell every winter. We do live in Chicago, after all.