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It was some kind of record up here in the mountains.  First time in 300-something years.  Driving around at 3am Thursday morning, I learned that the thermometer in my car jams at -23 degrees.  It's one of the things I love most about living in the mountains though, that there's so little humidity you barely notice how cold the air is.  At least until you actually touch something with your bare hand and get frostbite within a few seconds.
Our pipes froze in spite of the little trickle of water I left on that night to keep it from happening.  Inevitably, when they finally thawed there was a sudden spray of water through the splits caused by the expanding ice.  On the bright side it was only the meter that burst, which meant Water Works came to fix it and we didn't have to pay a plumber.  After four days, I'm just grateful to have water again.  I'm dying for a shower, a shave, and some clean clothes.  It was a miracle that we'd just run the dishwasher prior to the freeze, so at least we weren't breaking out the paper plates and plastic utensils.