grumble. Grumble. GRUMBLE.
I work at the barn I board at. We clean stalls with a small John Deere with a manure spreader on it. Said tractor is parked in a quonset away from the actual barn. It was so cold last night that, despite being plugged in with a block heater, it wouldn't start. It was determined that both the diesel and oil gelled. My coworker pulled some valve (I am not versed the mechanics of this particular machine) and the diesel came out like hair gel. After sitting in the like 40F barn with the barn heater on it, then jumping the battery, we did eventually get it started an hour or so later.
Luckily, because everything has hit the fan this week, the two of us have turned into MacGuyver and managed to tow the tractor (sans spreader) into the barn, which was hilarious and I'm glad nobody drove by while I was using my entire 115lb body to try to turn the steering wheel while he's got an F150 driving diagonally trying to pull this thing on icy gravel.
Later, while filling buckets in the older, really-not-insulated part of the barn, the bars on the stalls were so cold that my wet glove stuck to them. Then when I went outside with those wet gloves, the wind froze them so quickly that I couldn't bend my hands.