My Dad has lived in Alaska for almost 20 years now and has developed the completely understandable Alaskan preoccupation with weather. He has an iPhone app that keeps track of the weather where he is but also in each city his kids are living in. And also probably Hawaii just to torture himself. He is usually the one to text me and say, "Hey, you've got that snow storm coming on Tuesday. You ready?"
This morning I checked my iPhone app to learn that it's -11 degrees on the other side of my walls. This makes me even more relieved that I finally got that shrink-wrap stuff up on the old, single-paned kitchen windows last week. (Last January's long stretch of zero and minus-zero degree temps resulted in pregnancy for me and several friends but also produced a $200 gas bill. So I was highly motivated. Because I don't want either of those things right now.) The treatments look about as awesome and classy as Saran Wrap over your windows should look.
So yeah. Minus eleven. And it's currently 34 degrees where my parents live. Am expecting a text from Dad, gloating, as soon as he wakes up.
Update: Now it's minus 15. Holy crap.