Tomorrow is supposed to be -1C. Today, this house sounds like an airplane in turbulence, and we have a frostbite warning on. I went out to the fishroom (a short outdoor walk) and the current -28 with wind gusts feeling like -45, well, I believe it. We have an elderly dog who has to go out a lot more than she used to, and every trip out hurts. I almost froze my cheek this morning, and came in with a frozen up beard.
Ah, winter. In 24 hours it'll be shorts and t-shirts weather.
My fishroom is weathering its first winter cold snap well. It's down by one degree from usual, and is holding stable without a huge need for heating. The baseboard heaters are set for 20c, and it's at 22 after a day of this fun polar vortex.
I was watching my S. barbatus catfish doing wild spawning dances, although I can't see eggs. They probably went skiing last night, and are celebrating being alive...