We lived through the snow and ice.
Eight degrees is nothing to sneeze at; but I successfully avoided all frozen pipe calls, kept my old truck running, escaped the ditches and oncoming cars that awaited me on every side of the slick streets, and kept the fireplace at home stoked and radiating. And the crisis passed.
Now, one week later, it’s 70 degrees in Memphis and the forecast says it will continue for several days.
Eat your heart out, Indiana.