Before I got out of bed this morning Scott told me it was 40 below and the schoolbuses aren't running. The kitchen window is pretty frosty. That's one thing I may actually miss after we've moved; sometimes there are pretty patterns.

As soon as we fell into this cold snap, I thought "Someone is going to be found frozen," and sure enough, the news today is that a three-year-old has been discovered in her diaper and T-shirt, and her one-year-old sister has not yet been located.

It's a sad day in Saskatchewan. I shed tears while listening to the radio, and there will be more to come.