A few days ago, I got an email from my dad telling me that he had arrived home safely from his visit to Muncie, and that it was very cold -- skin-burning cold -- in Provo. Being curious as to how cold that was, I looked up the temperature in Provo. It was something like 19 degrees. Yeah, I thought... Yeah, that's pretty chilly.

Yesterday the temperatures here in Muncie dipped dramatically. When Blake and I left campus to go home for lunch, we pretty much feared we might freeze to death before we even reached the car. It was frigidly cold, and the wind burned something fierce.

Curious as to what the temperature actually was, I looked it up when I got back to the office: It was a remarkably brisk 17 degrees with the wind chill making it feel more like -4. Pretty chilly.

Still curious, I wondered how cold it was then in Provo. So I looked that up as well. Those lucky Provonians were yesterday basking in tropical 36 degree weather with no wind.

Ha! I thought to myself. We win! Muncie's colder! Muncie is oh, so much bitterly colder.

So...it turns out I'm prideful about the weather. Is that wrong?