I could barely make it the block from the parking garage to my office without feeling like I needed to be hauling oxygen canisters and scanning the horizon for next base camp on Everest. Question: How much time did I spend trying to get my garage door to close this morning? Answer: Significant amounts. And tomorrow morning is supposed to be worse. Jesus.
On the bright side, literally, the sun is out. Also, while I may look like an arctic refugee, I am toasty here in my windowless office.