Most of this fall and winter has been unusually mild for this area. A few times the temperature dipped to the single digits, but bounced back the next day. However, starting about a week ago, we have had a series of cold fronts, each more determined than the last to dip us into some serious bone chilling temps.
This saga begins with Tuesday night when Big Purple failed me. The zipper broke. Big Purple has no buttons or belt to fasten it closed--it's the zipper or nothing. It was already very cold, and the weather man said to expect temperatures to keep falling all day Wednesday.
When I left the office Wednesday evening at 4:00 it seemed especially nippy to me. In addition to the cold, there was a stiff wind from the north. I had to deliver a document to an office in another building. Normally, I would walk it over, but due to the coat problems and the cold, I decided to drive there.
My car had a little difficulty starting, which is unusual. And, I had just installed a brand new battery about 2 weeks ago. But, it did start, and I drove to the building (and found a parking place right in front!) and delivered the document.
I had on my best gloves, which are well padded and insulated. But when I returned to the car, the tips of my fingers were hurting. I thought, gee, it must be really cold.
I had some errands to run, but decided to postpone any of them that involved actually leaving the car. So, my next stop was the drive-by window at the bank. The time and temperature display at the bank said 14 below zero. Well, that's nippy. The bank errand did require me to have my car window rolled down for a period of time. Didn't like that. Next stop, the drive by mail box, then home. By the time I got home, my finger tips had stopped hurting, but not because they were warmer. Not good. They were red. I put them in warm water, then they started hurting again, but not for long, as they slowly warmed.
The weather man said last night that with the wind, our wind chill index was 30 below zero. No wonder my fingers hurt. I had church choir practice scheduled, but I was afraid that by the time I was finished at 9 pm, my car would not start. When it gets to about 15 or 20 below, car starting becomes an issue, unless your car is in an attached garage. Didn't want to risk it, so I didn't go.
So, it's Winter 1, GP 0.
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