That's what the weathergirl told me when I woke up.
That's flipping cold.
Came home from work--still cold, but not that cold--tired, lazy and hungry.
Opened a tin of New England clam chowder. Will polish off one (maybe two) of the doughnuts I made yesterday for Tartelette's "Time to Bake the Doughnuts" event. They turned out much better than I thought. Don't have a phobia of deep fat frying, but I hate the smell of frying oil. Could never work in a chippy because of that.