Normally, that’s not so bad at all for Indiana and February and winter, but this year has been mild. So instead of being happy that it’s above zero and savoring the relative warmth, I am contemplating taking a look in my truck at a couple of 12 packs of sodas. Now, usually in winter I do not keep soda in my trunk, but this year has made me soft. My regular course of action would have been to bring it into the back vestibule, put it against the wall shared with the kitchen and cover it with a tarp. Only rarely would I look at the weather prediction and bring it inside; a couple of times I forgot and we had a few  exciting “booms” out there.

If I am very, very lucky, the cans will just be frozen inside; very lucky would be cans frozen with bottoms bulging. Okay, there is no just lucky; I guess I consider myself sort of lucky in this situation if exploded cans are contained within the poofed-out carton. At the worst, I can scoop out the totally frozen slush. But you have to that while you are standing in the cold: it doesn’t work when it warms up. That sounds obvious, but it is easy to think “warm up a little bit” and, no, you don’t want to think that because if you don’t have the gumption to freeze your butt at the moment, you won’t find yourself going out later.

So, I am putting on warm pants and maybe even a coat and going out to assess the situation. Well, maybe in just a little bit. Soon. Yes. . . definitely soon.