“Do you know why it feels so cold in here this morning?” my husband asked as the kids and I came down the stairs, bleary-eyed with sleep. As soon as he said it, I felt the arctic chill sweep over us, the cozy pocket of warmth left by downy blankets evaporating like dew in the desert.
“Brrrrrr….!” I said in response, noticing that there was ice coating the kitchen window, something we usually don…