What the French Toast?!

So I will admit that I've gotten a little bit cocky about my ability to handle the ol' Midwestern Winter. You may remember my post on long johns a while back.

For the most part, the cold really hasn't bothered me. Often it comes with pretty snow showers. Long johns really do make the trip to and from the train quite managable, and furthermore I've always been a sci-fi, nerdy...indoor kid, so not being able to jog, or yog, whatever you outdoor types do, has not been a major impediment.

But the elevator TV (have you heard of these things? Captivate Networks? The name is horribly, unabashadly appropriate), which shows the weekend forecast, listed the high/low for this coming Saturday as "4/3." This is what I did when I saw the figure: (sorry-I really do love that scene).

Anyhoo, my point is that 4/3 is just not an appropriate amount of degrees. I'll let you know how it goes, because we have a dinner engagement on Saturday night. We may have to abandon our commitment to public transportation for the evening and take advantage of what we really paid for when we bought our condo--the garage. The Chicago Tribune had some scare tactic pictures of frostbitten appendanges on their website today and I am not trying to get in on that.