I must confess to missing the worst of it.
Last Sunday we got the worst day of our last cold spell. Well below zero and the wind was howling. I care for quite a few ranch and polo horses, knew it was going to be a nasty day Sunday, and had prepared, the day before, a real efficient way to get them all fed in the shortest time possible.
Got a call Saturday night. It was one of the owners of some of the horses. They were in town and offered to feed the next day. I took them up on it. Felt bad, though, because they've been in TX, were only here a couple days, and I knew they were even less used to what was coming than I was.
I assuaged my feelings of guilt with a nice breakfast of sausage, eggs, and hashbrowns while they must have been feeding.
Tomorrow is going to be 40 above. I have bales of hay to move and it's going to be T-shirt weather, for sure!