Yesterday, today, probably tomorrow...
I'm in central Virginia, so it's not like there's three feet of snow on the ground, but it is DARN cold in the office (garage). But just so peaceful because, other than my dog, no one is crazy enough to spend more than 10 seconds out there. And of course I'm not burning through my cache, so when family members expect to see an ammo arsenal....you have to explain the many, many hours that are required to devote to the study, technique, and execution of the reloading process. The cold is all part of the discipline.
A little heavy handed on the bs, but at least I'm in control of what happens in my own little reloading tundra.