Wow. Nothing like days where temperature + wind chill = minus ten degrees. Days where your face goes numb in less than one city block of walking (and I'm not talking semi-numb, I'm talking stick-a-pin-in-my-cheek-and-I-won't-feel-it numb). Days where 50mph wind gusts rip screens off your building and keeps you awake at night with all the howling.
These are the days where I'd like to just curl up next to a wood stove in a nice little pub and read the paper while I knock back pint after pint. You know, like McSorley's.
