There’s cold, there’s what my mother called "brisk", and then there’s entirely too cold to be allowed. Yesterday was the latter:
Taken with the camera on my phone while stopped at traffic lights. Yes, I’m on my way to work at 6:45 AM. Minus seventeen Celsius, or 1.4 Fahrenheit. Whatever temperature system you use, that’s way too cold. It was cold enough the steering wheel was stiff to turn and the gear stick felt like it was moving through syrup. In the afternoon, this felt almost warm:
Supposed to be similar temperatures today. Roll on summer.