At some point, it can’t look any colder outside. My guess is that this registers somewhere on the thermometer between 20 and zero. Take this morning, for instance. An azure sky, the kind only a cold winter seems to create. A week-old dusting of snow which, while lightly covering the grass in our backyard, resembles nature’s best attempt at a Jackson Pollock painting (if the artist had stuck to just white and green). And a pair of grey and black sentinels, whose shining fall leaves are now a ruddy drab that lie underneath the piles of white ice.
It’s basically the same image I’ve been seeing from my window for the last week, but with one key difference.
It’s really cold.
Right now - which is about 8:24 a.m. Central time on December 9 - the Indian food in my freezer is enjoying about the same level of thermal comfort as I am standing on my back stoop.
I know this because, in a poorly conducted attempt at a third-grade science experiment, I recorded both the temperature outside and the temperature in my freezer with my extra delicate thermometer/whistle/compass/keychain.
Here is what I got:
Freezer (yes, those are crinkle cut fries).
And outside.
It's not easy to see, but it's about 9 degrees outside. It's just a bit more than that in the freezer. Did I mention the winter solstice is still two weeks away?
wow, that sounds miserable to me. i've been complaining when its in the low 40s in the mornings here. i suggest lots of mulled wine and Indian food to keep you warm :)
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