Winter in Vermont often reminds me of how very far I am from where I grew up. Other people ski and snowboard and skate, etc. I tend to spend more of my time keeping warm. I’ve grown comfortable with this slight disconnect.
This week, it is colder than cold. Right now it is -7, with a wind chill of -22. Tomorrow the high is -2 and I have no idea what that means for the wind chill. And it really makes no difference, because we’re long past the point where I’d be going outside anyway. For the record, I don’t think anyone else should be going outside right now either. Winter fun is all fine and good, but this is ridiculous.
steady she goes 
We are getting the traditional February freeze (well traditional in the 1960s, 70s, 80s of my childhood and youth) in January this year. I tell complaining southerns (often just from CT or NJ) that it is not a cold winter without a week with several days of -20 to -30. Keep a drizzle of warm water running in the sink overnight! You will survive. Vermont is not the Arctic Circle. During a summer heat wave I am ready to move further north, so I will not complain about winter.