Happy Festivus (for the rest of us)!

It's ten below in Billings this morning.

At this temperature, as I learned on the local news last night, it takes less than 30 minutes for exposed skin to suffer from frost bite. Or, as a local man interviewed on the local news described the weather, "I'm wearing a shirt and sweater and I'm still cold. But at least we'll have a white Christmas."

The roads are snowy and icy. Even my 4-wheel drive Honda encountered some braking and sliding while driving home from work last night. But, at least my baby started, albeit with some complaint, this morning.

I can't believe that a week ago I was in Los Angeles, happily wearing a tank top. I'll post some pictures of that excursion in a bit.

But enough airing of grievances. This day calls for feats of strength! Happy Festivus.