About 20 below here this morning; brisk and bracing is the word.
A local public radio station interviewed a few people on their morning talk show; they called a farmer, a logger, the guy who drives the garbage truck.
None of 'em planned on staying in, but they all need to work a little harder. The farmer has to haul water, he shuts off the water 'cause the pipes freeze in his barn. The logger has to get to the woods a lot earlier and use a bertha to warm the oil pan on his skidder. The Guy in the garbage truck worries about how the cold affects his hydraulics and what frozen garbage can do if it sticks in some places in the truck.
The coldest I ever remember was back in January of 1980. I had a Volkswagen squareback ( a good student car) I was going to go to my fishhouse. The car started, barely, but when I let the clutch out, the engine didn't have the power to pull the mainshaft and cluster gears around in the tranny, and I killed the engine. I had to put the booster charger on to get another start. Later that day a local radio station announced that we had set a new record low temp...51 below.
The next day was 54 below, and I was at the neighbor's house building a campfire next to her LP tank because the gas wouldn't boil off fast enough to run the furnace.