Bitterly cold is what people call it.
I think one of the previously popular terms was something to do about the temperature relative to the mammary gland of an occult lady.
We had that temp around here (we're about 100 miles south of Yellowperil as the gull flies) and when the wind died down, the river froze over within an hour or so.
The forecast claims we will see a high just above the melting point by this afternoon. I'm not holding my breath. In the meanwhile, there's no trouble getting the horses back into the barn.
Could be worse. We could be in St. Johns Newfoundland with no shovel.Keep warm, Dennis!
Best
Les