I’m sitting at my kitchen island in my red “Nebraska Huskers” sweatshirt, partly because the Huskers are playing the most important game of their season so far this afternoon in Madison, Wisc., and mostly because this is the fifth straight day that the daytime high temperature won’t get out of the 20s.

That’s not unreasonable in the central Great Plains in November, but this arctic blast came earlier than usual and was accompanied by nasty north winds, especially earlier in the week. Kearney even made a national news mention last Sunday night because our high that day was in the 70s and the forecast for 24 hours later was a temperature of around 10.

We’ve been better off than a lot of folks in states to our west, north and northeast, which have seen tons of snow. My nephew, Scott, who lives in Kremling, Colo., said there were 12 to 15 inches of show in the mountains when he left to come home to visit his mom and grandma.

Plus, I was able to spend most of my work week inside, unlike a lot of my farmer and rancher friends, and a whole host of other folks who must do much of their work outside, no matter the weather.

There is some light snow falling outside my kitchen window. I had been optimistic, or maybe naive, in believing the dusting we got overnight would be it, so I got out my big broom and shovel around noon and made quick work of getting the first layer off of my driveway and sidewalks.

Even my relatively easy encounter with cold weather this week was a reminder that we can’t order perfect conditions to fit our work requirements or activities.

I’ve felt particularly bad for our Kearney Hub photographers and sports reporters who had to stand for hours in the bitter cold covering state playoff football games, and go to Lincoln (two hours one way) and back for the state volleyball tournament.

Just getting dressed to go out for lunch and run some errands exhausted me.

Whether it’s bad weather, an interview that doesn’t go well, a typo that got through several layers of proofreading, a phone call or email from someone who didn’t like a story or at least the message within the story, no work assignment and no work day goes perfectly. It’s how we adapt to those trying conditions that counts and that shows we are professionals in what we do.

And if all else fails, I’ve found that ice cream will make things better, even on a cold, snowy day.

My 20-month-old grandnephew, Ryan Glen Potter, reminded me of that truth this morning when he was feeling a little tired and cranky while visiting his great-grandma at her retirement place in Kearney that always has soft serve ice cream available.