I know the photo quality is a little poor, so don’t miss the negative sign and think we’re having a balmy morning for a change.
Fifteen below zero at 7:30 on the morning of February 24, 2015. Pretty sure that’s as low as I’ve seen it this season. The house made gunshot-loud cracking noises last night as the framing contracted and suddenly pulled up against nails. Walking on the snow sounds like crunching in a styrofoam ball pit. The trees sound like their being tortured when the wind moves them. Breathing feels like inhaling razor blades.
It’ll be March in just a few days. Our normal highs for February are in the 40s. The average temperature this February has been 15°. This is absolutely crazy – easily the longest, coldest stretch of weather I’ve seen in my life.
On the bright side, I’m able to keep the indoor temperature a full 80 degrees warmer than it is outside. Unfortunately, even a woodstove does not do the job alone, so the oil tank is getting a little on the empty side.
I hear that the Siberian’s claim that “There’s no such thing as bad weather, only poor wardrobe choices.” Maybe. But it seems more likely that electing to live in a place where that’s a plausible excuse may be the actual poor choice. I’m beginning to feel very Siberian at the moment.
Right now, even Florida looks good to me.