Even the brakes on my car were barely moving this morning. That was frightening. Having to slam on them just to slow at stop sign is not exactly my idea of a car working properly. Sheila/Bebe (my two-named car), like me, longs for warm sunny climates like those of the Caribbean. My engine roared with every thump of the pistons, trying like the Little Engine that Could to get me to work. If anything were shut down because of cold, I bet it would be today. Welcome to the Midwest at wintertime, everyone. It is -11°F here in the burbs of Chicago and that isn’t even the wind chill. This is the life.