Today is apparently, according to our weather experts and those who keep track, the coldest day in Chicago since 1996. We’ve also had more snow this season so far than we normally do in a year. The kids got the snow day they’ve been hoping for, but not because of snow: because of the cold. In my own little corner of Chicagoland (the western burbs), it’s -27 degrees Fahrenheit with the windchill making it feel like -47.
Basically, if we spend more than a minute outside, we risk frostbite on all exposed areas of our bodies. I guess I won’t wear the bikini today after all.