Folks, there's no other way to describe it....it's fucking cold here today. -57 with windchill. Jesus Christ.
Yes, it's profanity level cold. And as we're on at least Day 4 of an Extreme Windchill Warning, with about another 36 hours of it left, then I think it at least should be met with an extreme amount of profanity. It's God damn, fucking cold here and there's no way around that. And this just isn't some transplanted southerner bitching and moaning about the cold. People who have lived up here all their lives are complaining about the cold.
I did some checking around earlier, and while I stand to be corrected, I think Iqaluit was the coldest place in Canada today. By a lot. I couldn't find anywhere in Nunavut that came close. And that included checking Grise Fiord, Eureka and Alert. The northern tip of Ellesmere Island, within spitting distance of the North Pole, was warmer than Iqaluit today. That's just deeply wrong.
About the only people happy with this kind of cold are the garages. This is the kind of cold that killed our car's transmission last year. This year it just took out the battery. I called the garage today to see how it was going on getting that replaced. They haven't yet as they spent most of the day running out to tow in vehicles that have died. They must be making a fortune.
Actually, I'm wrong. There are other groups happy with this level of cold are kids and teachers. Seems there are new regulations that says when the temperatures drops below -50 with windchill, they close the schools. They don't want kids waiting for the bus out in these kind of temperatures since you can get frostbite in a matter of minutes. So Cathy got an unexpected day off. That made her happy.
Me, I had to go to work. Getting a taxi was a challenge because:
1. No one wants to walk to work in this kind of cold
2. About half the cars in town are probably in a garage for repairs.
You know things are deeply wrong when you're wishing for the balmy temperatures of -25 like we had in Ottawa last week, let alone the mind-blowing warmth we had in Fort Lauderdale when it was a scorching 9 C. The 35 we had in the Caribbean? Might as well be the surface of the sun to us right now.
It's going to be a long winter, I think.
1. Down on Rodeo - Lindsay Buckingham*
2. Dance hall days - Wang Chung
3. Not about to lose - Ron Sexsmith
4. Love is a place - Metric
5. Underneath days - Bob Mould