Painfully cold.

The score in this game is one below zero to two below zero, and the fans are few.

The barometer is high, but the thermometer is low.

I feel for the letter carriers and other outside workers; and to a lesser extent, for Pax and me. Pax seems to be on hyper-drive when we walk, tugging on the leash, which normally he does not do, and picking up his feet. He seems to want to be quickly somewhere, so that he can be quickly back. I feel sorry for me because I have to take my mitten off in order to operate the ridiculous clip on the end of his leash. Plus my nose gets pinched just breathing.

On top of this, we have another Winter Storm Warning—and things look to be getting worse and worser.