4°F...

4°F...  That's what it got down to last night.  It's much warmer now, though: 7°F.

One of my neighbors has a ewe, and she's baaaing like crazy.  That's about what I felt like doing when I walked outside this morning...

I left the house at about 6 am, headed for Angie's for breakfast.  This is turning into a regular thing for me, having a Sunday breakfast of chicken-fried steak and eggs with a scone at Angie's.  Yum!  This morning when I walked out the front door, my boots crunched loudly on the snow.  My windshield was clear, so I didn't have to scrape it.  When I tried to start the truck, the engine didn't catch at first.  That never happens on my Toyota Tundra – the engine always starts up within a fraction of a second of my turning the key.  This morning it took 10 seconds or so of cranking before it started, and then it ran ragged for 30 seconds or so.  Maybe my oil froze :)  It was fine after that, thankfully.  I had the heater up full blast for the entire 20 minute drive, and the interior of the truck never got above 20°F.

It's going to take us a while to get used to these low temperatures...