I'm sure it's not all that cold compared to people accustomed to weather in the more northerly reaches of the continent, BUT 25 degrees with a brisk wind is pretty darned cold by Atlanta standards.
And the low tomorrow is supposed to be 5 degrees.
Ouch.
Still working my way through the 4 inches of "Paris" by Edward Rutherfurd, which will be book 3 for the year.
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