The new year is off to an exceptional cold start my neck of the woods. As in, bone-rattling frigid.
This morning the thermostat in my car registered a low of 8 degrees Fahrenheit. Not only is that 24 degrees below freezing, but it’s twice as cold as the previous day.
At this rate, two days into 2018, if temperatures continue to drop twice as much day to day, we will reach Absolute Zero, or about minus 460 degrees Fahrenheit, in about a week.
I anticipate this ending poorly for mankind, as crops, oceans and rivers would freeze quickly.
All power sources would stop, and there would be nothing to use for fire. Communications would cease, as well, forcing hipsters to emerge from their smug smartphone-induced trances to see what the ruckus was about.
In short time the Earth’s core would be sealed inside a thick covering of global ice, and all life, or at least that in my whereabouts, would cease to exist.
Of course, this is a worst-case scenario.
Personally, I’m hedging my bets and wagering that it will warm up at some point. Or, if not that, I’m reasonably confident that Absolute Zero is not in the foreseeable future.
That doesn’t mean it doesn’t feel like it, though.
Here’s hoping wherever you are, your new year is just a little warmer.
(Top: Representation of how it felt in my neighborhood this morning. Hint: Not warm.)