It's minus 40. Forty below zero on both the Fahrenheit and Celsius scale.
There was a country and western song a few years back that went something like:
"It's forty below and
I don't give a f**k
I jump in my truck
and I'm off to the rodeo"
Every time the temperature drops to minus 40, that song runs through the Bag Lady's head.
Sick, isn't she?
She knows she said a week or so ago that she was no longer going to whine about the cold temperatures or the length of the winter or anything else to do with the weather, so she just wants you to know that she is NOT whining. She is just stating the facts, ma'am.
This is Tuesday, and the forecast is for the temperature to reach zero Celsius by Thursday. The Bag Lady is a little skeptical, but she really, really hopes they are right! In the meantime, she is just going to hunker down by the fire and wait this out.