That's how cold it is today, and, in fact, to-week. Six flippin degrees Fahrenheit.
I guess my dad called the mission office to check if I was dead. It turns out that I'm not. Sorry....
We talked to a man on the street. He smelled like Bud Lite and grade A weed. He told us about how his wife needs to go to the hospital and they will be evicted and his wife and his kids and no drugs, see? He seemed very engaged in our gospel conversation until he asked us for cash. I smelled that coming a mile away.
People here just need to work and not make excuses.
On a positive note, Elder Johnson gave his first training in district meeting yesterday. It was bomb.