Frosty's Got Icicles on His Nose

It is cold.

Cold. Cold. Cold.

I don't remember the last time we had a November this cold. Two nights ago, it was -40C. Yesterday, it got to a balmy high of -28. Jason said he heard on the radio that we're pushing records for this time of year. I believe it.

It's cold like if you are outside for thirty seconds or so without a hat, your hair starts to feel all crinkly and frozen.

It's cold like if you are outside for a minute and a half without a scarf on your face, your skin starts to feel all tight and brittle, like a snowflake hitting it at full velocity might shatter it.

It's cold like if you are outside for more than five minutes, even in full winter garb, the jelly in your eyeballs starts to go hard.

And it's dry. Dry, dry, dry.

I can't drink enough water to quench my thirst, or put on enough lotion to keep my hands from getting cracked.

If it's like this in November, what will it be like in our two coldest months of the year, January and February? So anxious to find out!

Don't you all want to rush up here and experience a Canadian winter, now? ;-)