In January of 1999 in Grand Forks, ND, every day had temperatures of -40 degrees Fahrenheit (in Celsius, -40F is also -40C. This is where the twain shall meet.) Add in the wind chill factor, and it felt like -60 (-51C). This lasted the entire month.
It was officially Cold. (We had a scale. If your snot didn't freeze your nose shut when you walked outside, then it was "cool" or maybe "chilly".)
I layered tights under my wool pants, wore a heavy wool coat, hat (cute hairdo be damned), gloves, scarf, and gritted my teeth against the Alberta Clipper winds as I made my way across the school parking lots three or four times a day, traveling from school to school as the Band Director, grades 5-8, at the middle and elementary schools across the river.
I also ate chocolate "for energy". Unfortunately, my body wasn't listening, and I also gained 15 lbs that year.
These Wisconsinites, despite all their varied charms, are WIMPS.
-15F (-26C) and they cancel school.
Sheesh. I would have missed 4 months every winter in North Dakota had we been that wussy.
And of course, this also means I don't get paid for today.