Yep, it's so cold outside that it doesn't feel cold anymore. Kinda dangerous.
The tiler came today to work on the basement floor. He had to use the wet saw outside because of the dust, so I moved my car to the driveway and let him use the garage. Mostly, he worked inside but ran out every once in a while when he had tiles to cut. Even so, it wasn't long before he came in to say he'd have to finish later because the wet saw was frozen.
I'm housebound. After the incredible dump of snow we had earlier in the week, the roads are still bad. Most have been ploughed to some extent, but they are still slippery and full of ruts. City crews have been too busy ploughing to sand the roads. I'm not going to take chances while it's this cold outside.
I thought I'd do something useful, but can't figure out what that is. I can't paint the baseboards, because they are in the back half of the basement beyond the newly laid tiles. I can't do Christmas baking because I'm out of flour. I can't even hang my new art (below), because my hammer is also in the basement.
Come to think of it, maybe tonight is a perfect night to curl up with a book in front of the fireplace.