To put it mildly, brrr.
It was -40° Celsius last night, -50 with wind chill, and tonight is shaping up similarly grim. Not a night to be out and about.
There is something that these temperatures are good for, though. Some years ago we (well, mainly my brother-in-law -- I provided emotional support by drinking beer and commenting on the football game) replaced the lino in my mother's bathroom.
The old linoleum that we hauled out was a bit of a problem. It was too bulky to put out with the trash and it was hardly worth the time and expense to truck it out to the city dump. So it sat in the garage for a few months.
Then one dark January day we had a cold snap similar to this. I was poking around the garage for something or other when inspiration struck.
Actually, it was my boot that struck the edge of the linoleum, and it shattered like glass. (I mean the linoleum, not my boot.)
A couple of minutes of enthusiastic stomping and I wound up with a tidy little box of Aztec Gold fragments ready for the garbageman.
Sure, I lost three fingers, two toes and an ear to frostbite -- but it was still worth it. This is Canada, after all, where men are men and the sheep are all frozen to death in the meadow.