About a week ago I went to bed in Upstate New York and woke up in Antartica. I kid you not. All week long each day has started out below zero and only reached a high of eight degrees midday. Insanity! This of course leads to a number of things - the hubs is upset that it's too cold to snow any sort of accumulation for snowmobiling (we have had some crappy years for that) and I intake more calories than normal in the mornings by packing a hot cocoa for the ride to work. Not to mention the dog has decided he's striking on anything related to going outside, and that includes bathroom breaks. I swear he thinks he can cross his legs until springtime.