And NOW, at 8:30 p.m., it is 13 degrees with a wind chill of -2º. I stepped outside and felt like my face was about to fall off! As I write this, I'm thinking of my granddad. He used to sit around the house watching the weather channel (like I'm doing) and say things like, "I'd hate to be in Seattle without an umbrella today", or "It sure is hot in Phoenix." I miss that.