So when the dew point gets down to -2, and there is frost on the windshield, I guess that means it was pretty cold over night. It’s 3 degrees now.
I think this is the weather I warned my Georgia friend who moved to Michigan about. You know — the high-humidity, biting-cold Michigan tundra we call the holidays.
Our new worship pastor is from Southern California. He too is getting a rude awakening. Being bald doesn’t help much either.