"Even hearty, winter-weather-loving Minnesotans may get into trouble this weekend; frostbite on unprotected skin is possible in less than 10 minutes."
These words from our favorite weatherman, Paul Douglas, in The Star-Tribune, greeted me this evening as I checked on the weather for tomorrow morning. You see, I am attending a women's book study meeting at our church tomorrow. I am excited to go, because the book is interesting, the women are interesting, and I am looking forward to a little time away from the house after many days of nursing the sick littles.
I am not, however, looking forward to wind chills of -30. Yup, you read it right. The *high* temperature tomorrow is supposed to be -2. In the face of this information, all that I can do is thank the Lord for modern heating systems in our home and in our cars. I can be thankful for my nifty Land's End parka that has been sitting in my closet unused for the last couple of months, but will now come in oh-so-handy. I am thankful for long underwear, thick socks, insulated shoes, and hot beverages. I am thankful that I do not have to leave the house very often in these frigid temperatures, unlike my husband, who must brave them everyday in order to go to work. (Thankfully, he does not mind the cold and actually volunteers to leave the house, in spite of these insane temperatures, quite frequently).
I am reading Little House on the Prairie aloud to Miss right now. I cannot imagine living without heat, and I especially cannot imagine living without heat and with an *outhouse* for bathroom accommodations. When I begin to complain about enduring the cold in order to run to my heated vehicle, I realize that I am truly blessed. And truly spoiled.
I will let you know if I survive the mad dash between the house, car, and church building. Without frostbite. Tune in tomorrow.
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