It is these words of Rocky Horror Picture Show I'm trying to get warm. Sheltered in my Starbuck's Coffee, with a Venti Mokka hand obviously. Outside it is beautiful, very beautiful. Bright sunshine, not a cloud in the sky. Strangely, nobody on Grande Allee, the city's central vein. One or two snowmen hooded, holding their scarves with a trembling hand. It is currently -20 degrees. Temperature theory, of course. The temperature felt it, partly due to the wind chill is lower: -33. Just a trifle warmer than this morning. Tonight, Quebec has experienced its first year -42. In the home, shops, and the university, is overheating. But once out, it's like a slap on my cheek. A real slap. And after a few seconds, my nose itch jellies. I can not feel my nose, except the small drop of snot that froze in less time than it takes to say "Chicoutimi"! Fortunately, I have the boots and the coat is needed. My legs are not afraid that much the polar cold. The worst is my nose, a real-weathervane thermometer, the degrees negative attack and pinch like never before. Several times I put my hand just to check that it is not frozen and lost forever. This would be unfortunate if I lose my nose!
The Carnival begins in a few days. At this speed one, with as low a temperature, not that I really enjoy, preferring to take refuge in libraries and roasting!
The Carnival begins in a few days. At this speed one, with as low a temperature, not that I really enjoy, preferring to take refuge in libraries and roasting!
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