Tomorrow's "high" is supposed to be negative three degrees (Fahrenheit) in southeastern Wisconsin. Ridiculous. We've been having tons of snow, but at least we've been able to go outside and run and jump and shovel. Negative three means you get frostbite in 10 minutes, or something like that, so we're cooped up inside.
The trade off for all the snow and cold, if you want to be glass-half-full about it, is that we had the most wonderful full moon on Monday nite. The whole family went out to shovel after dinner and the Husb and I dragged the boys around in sleds for awhile. I love being outside at night in the snow. Everything has a strange glow and any noises seem muffled; very mysterious and magical. And with that full moon in the background behind all the snow clouds, the sky was especially pale and glowing that night--sort of like the daytime-at-night feel of Times Square from all the reflected light. I wanted to take a picture, but nothing about the sensory experience would have really been recorded, so I just absorbed it. It was very cool.
For the next two days we will have to enjoy the muffled glow from the living room, but the temperature may sneek above zero this weekend. Sun salutes and chest openers. Stay warm, y'all.