So, yes, here in the upper Midwest, it's unseasonably cold right now. If the past is any hint, it's unlikely to stay this cold for long. But yes, it's cold. (Though not as cold as some places!)
We have a number of new colleagues in various roles and departments around, and I'm rather amused at the facebook posts I'm seeing and our encounters in the hallways. Early on, several of them were sort of laughing when we asked if they had winter clothes, assuring us that they were from really cold areas, so no worries. And now, they're facebooking (look, I made a verb! Surely I'm not the first.) about needing boots rated for arctic expeditions and such.
Somehow, I've found myself in the rather odd position of comforting them about the relative pleasantness of winter in the teens.
For those who know me in meat-space, you're probably laughing at that one, because I'm notorious for putting on long johns sometime in September, and wearing them through nearly to June.
Then there's the shock of ice on the sidewalks. With a wet, heavy snow, followed quickly by a cold snap, we've got hellacious ice on the sidewalks and such. But again, experience tells me that people will scrape, and salt, and ice will sublimate, and before long, the sidewalks will be clearer. (To be honest, yaktrax are my friends all winter long. But for now, it's too cold for road salt to work, even. Brrr!)
One of my students was in shorts and flip flops yesterday. I still can't quite believe that most people in the upper Midwest somehow grow up with all their fingers and toes intact. But he seemed sanguine.