I don't care who ya are, "10 degrees F" and "swimming" just do not belong in the same sentence. Or day. Or place.
It's just not natural.
Especially when it's my day off, and there are flannel sheets, and an espresso maker, and a nice smoochie Baboo to snuggle with.
It actually dropped another couple degrees after I did this screen capture.
Oh, and Kevin, in South Dakota is hereby uninvited to comment on how big a weenie I am.