The Polar Vortex Arrives — With a Vengeance

I was blowing leaves out of my gutters this morning when the polar vortex arrived — suddenly and with a vengeance.

It was 61 degrees and I was in a t-shirt when I clambered up a ladder to my roof. In anticipation of the snow that I knew was coming, I got the gutters cleaned out. Then, within five minutes, the temperature had dropped by what felt like 20 degrees, and the winds began whipping so strongly that I feared for my life as I gingerly stepped back down the ladder.

I quickly jump

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