I was set to go to Toontown, a 3 hour drive away. Woke up to those terminally cheery weather people: “well, it’s 35 below today, and with wind chill it’s down to 45 below. Some parts of the province it’s down to 50 below. Bundle up, everyone.”
Grumbled my way out to the car, loaded it up, and got ready to go. Fortunately, it was smarter than I am. (“What! He wants to go somewhere today? He’s crazy - didn’t he listen to the weather? Not this little automobile.”) Repeated clicks, as it resolutely refused to turn over, followed by one frustrated cough, then silence.
So, since I’d booked the time off anyway, I’m following the sensible example of the car and nesting inside, avoiding the cold. I’m not going out until it warms up to at least 35 below.