
On Tuesday I got up to go to the gym and wondered vaguely if I was a complete lunatic because it was so cold and the car would barely start. When I got home from the gym the thought of waiting for the bus in that cold made me want to cry. I didn't cry because I didn't want the tears to freeze on my face. I got home and looked at the temperature. Yep, negative 18 without the windchill. Luckily school got cancelled so I didn't have to wait in the freezing cold with Peter.
I used to sometimes think I was exagerating when I told people about Rexburg, but now that I'm here I realize that I wasn't. The roads are as icy as ever, it's as windy as ever, it's as snowy as ever, and it's as cold as ever!