For the last two days I have pretended we are living in the arctic with the historical amount of snow and -40 degree temps. Survival has come in the form of wearing nearly every knitted thing I can find for quick jaunts to the garage or to help dig out our street-parked car. Good news is I've spoiled myself with something new to commemorate the frigid event, too, having taken a break from knitting things to sell locally for other peeps. At first it felt a little selfish, but now it feels so good.
How do you cope when winter's at it worst?
Good news: Rain and temperatures 40 degrees above freezing forecasted for the weekend. Halleluuuuu!