You could die

-4 degrees F

Look, I'm not whining, well, maybe a little, but you could die! Now that I'm a tad older than the times I would play pond hockey in these temperatures, I think about things like falling down, breaking something, and being frozen before someone finds me. Damn I hate this! I get to work between 5:30-6am, and it's pretty lonely out here on my walk to the plant door. My eyes were watering and I thought my glasses froze to my face. It's not a good time to have a runny nose either.

If someone ever does find me laying there in the snow, frozen stiff, I hope my last act was to raise my middle finger.