We all had cold feet, but no one backed out.

I got into the car just before 7 am. The little thermometer on the dash read 64 degrees coming out of the garage. Within a minute, it was reading 52. I could deal with that. Over the course of the drive, it dropped down to 46. 42. 39. I turned the defroster on. 38. By time I made the turn on the little side road by the big heritage oak, it was reading 36. I'd always said that my big fuzzy slippers could keep me warm naked in a snowstorm. I hoped I was right.

( A modern-day dryad hippie girl, being art. )