The perfect storm

So this post is a few weeks late, but that's because I just managed to reattach my fingers. We had a really big storm here that swept through the prairies and caused all kinds of problems.

The weather people predicted it fairly well in advance and gave everybody a good heads up. This, for reasons I can't even begin to explain, caused my boss to wander about our office the whole day before the storm shouting "It's the Perfect Storm!"

Anyways, after the storm it got freakishly cold, -41 plus windchill cold. My car struggled to start and when I turned the key it kinda sounded like it was dying or screaming or saying "Why did you move me to Northern Alberta?"
Foolishly, I chose to go to work and by chose I mean had to go. I would have liked to stay under every blanket and sweater I own and pray for my apartment catching fire, but you can't always get what you want.

Instead I went out and took photos of Westlock during the storm. I was really pleased this week when the temperature climbed into the low minus numbers and my testicles came back. They along with my sense of warmth took off.

So, keeping in mind the sacrifice my body took to take them, here are the photos.