There’s been a lot of complaining about the bitterly cold conditions during the past few days. I was on the verge of doing it myself.
Then a host of old memories resurfaced. I remembered all the times, when I was a farm kid, that I fed beef cattle on bitterly cold days. I remembered the wind whipping through multiple layers of clothes. I remembered drawing the frigid air into my lungs. I remembered my fingers and toes beginning to go numb. I remembered how much I wanted to be back inside a warm building.
No, cold snaps aren’t any fun for those of us with office jobs. Just remember that people involved with production livestock have it far worse.