This morning, I both wore a winter scarf and zipped up my coat.
Generally, I only zip up the coat in mid-January, if we've had more than three inches of snow and I have to brush off the car (I can't reach the center of the roof or the windshields very well without leaning on the car).
When I came home from work last night, it was still pretty warm out. When I opened the door to the Peapod delivery guy just three hours later, however, the temperature had dropped fifteen degrees and the wind picked up considerably. Brrr.
They say this cold is the result of the cyclone/typhoon/hurricane over on the other side of the world. Thanks to its pattern of rotation, it pushed up against the north pole and shoved all that arctic air over the pole, down through Canada and into our back yards, as far south as the Gulf in some places.
Misery loves company.
On the bright side, several local ski hills are busily making snow, and may open in a limited fashion as early as this weekend. In northern Wisconsin, however, they have no need to put down artificial stuff, as they are working hard to get out from under a foot of the real deal.
Winter isn't coming, it's already here.
If you are in one of the eight states that are not seeing below average temperatures, well, good for you. The rest of you have my sympathies. It's time for hot toddies all around.