A cold snap's one thing, but this is ridiculous! Winter's still two weeks away, but I woke up this morning to wind chills in the low single digits. (F) Gonna be a frigid bus commute, so today's word is layers. I've got double everything - shirt, pants & socks. I can take the extra stuff off once I get to work, and it should warm up to around freezing (without the wind) by the trip home.
So how weird is it, on the coldest morning yet, that I'm really craving a peppermint mocha frappuccino?