Today's very low

Winter Storm Neptune is taking its last gasps in the Maritimes, but, while the snow is over here, the wind continues to howl and the temperature is bone-chilling low—about as close to Arctic conditions as we get. I toyed with walking, just for the experience, but, thank God and good sense for deadlines, I had a project that had to be completed, so the farthest I got from the house was a trek to view the min/max thermometer. Officially, the National Weather Service has issued a "Wind Chill Warning" that advised the unwary to stay indoors; don't do anything stupid, like going outside; and for God's sake, Don't Put Your Tongue on that Pump Handle. I'd venture forth later, when the wind calmed, but this morning, I trekked to the wood pile and the "weather station." Eight below, again. Definitely a two-stove day, all day.