Like most of us up here, I've been complaining about having to go out to the outhouse at 30 below and only planning to sit exactly 20 seconds before I have to stand up.

If I haven't pooped by then, it can wait!

My damn cheeks are on fire from the frigid plastic toilet seat.

But guess what?

I haven't been bitten by a mosquito in weeks!

My cousin Paul Devenney, who's built like an upright freezer and doesn't believe in being very far from any of his loaded pistols, lives down in Amarillo, Texas.

It was about 3 above there on Tuesday morning, but he'll survive. He originally hails from Ortonvi...