It's cold outside. The ways I have reached this conclusion (besides the fact that I absent-mindedly stumbled out the door in shorts this morning) are many.
1.) When it gets this cold, if you spend more than a minute outside with even just one other person, someone will inevitably remark "Hey. It's cold outside." Depending upon the number and type of compatriots in your company, there will be variations. Yesterday I heard the following: "Hoo boy it's cold," "It's colder than a witches' tit," and the ever classic "FUCK IT'S COLD." If it's really cold out, you say it even if you're by yourself. Which, if you ever stop to think, is pretty freakin' wierd.
2.) Stuff freezes. Like, freezes solid. In Lousiana. Good hint right there.
3.) You see headlines on prestigious news organization Web sites like: "Freezing temperatures persist in the Deep South" and "How cold is it? Check out Key West"
Apparently it's getting cold everywhere. NPR tells me the entire Northern Hemisphere is experiencing uncharacteristically cold weather. It's getting so cold that it's affecting the worldwide economic markets. Also, orange juice will be more expensive.
As a person who loves cold weather (and who doesn't drink orange juice), I'm loving it. But given the extraordinary level of whining IRL, on Facebook, and, well, pretty much everywhere, I guess I'm in a pretty small minority.
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