I'd say it's bloody cold out there...
...but blood would have frozen 28 Fondly Fahrenheit degrees ago, even in places sheltered from the wind.
And I simply refuse to talk further of the wind.
I'm going upstairs, getting in my heavy flannel nightie and crawling between cosy flannel sheets under:
1) a down blanket,
2) a heavy Pendleton wool blanket, doubled up, and
3) a down comforter.
And the only thing that could possibly entice me to leave that cocoon tomorrow (I've seen the forecast) would be Gavi's arrival at BDL and my promise to meet her there for the journey back up to Smith.
I'm even looking forward to that happening a mere 12 hours from now.
I am not looking forward to the part where I have to leave my warm cocoon, though. Not even a little bit. Not only can I read books in it, I can check email and surf the web on my phone, drawing my fingers back under the flannel sheets when they start to feel the slightest chill. Like they and the rest of my body has ever since returning from being outdoors 8 hours ago. And it's more than the slightest chill. Hot cocoa didn't even put a dent in it.
It may be time to set the thermostat a few degrees higher in recognition that fuel oil prices are 32% lower than they've been for the last 3 years....
(Of course, if I did that, I'd have to be warm in the dark considering last month's electric rate hike t/o/ t/h/e/ s/t/a/r/s/.)
Stay warm, all!
And I simply refuse to talk further of the wind.
I'm going upstairs, getting in my heavy flannel nightie and crawling between cosy flannel sheets under:
1) a down blanket,
2) a heavy Pendleton wool blanket, doubled up, and
3) a down comforter.
And the only thing that could possibly entice me to leave that cocoon tomorrow (I've seen the forecast) would be Gavi's arrival at BDL and my promise to meet her there for the journey back up to Smith.
I'm even looking forward to that happening a mere 12 hours from now.
I am not looking forward to the part where I have to leave my warm cocoon, though. Not even a little bit. Not only can I read books in it, I can check email and surf the web on my phone, drawing my fingers back under the flannel sheets when they start to feel the slightest chill. Like they and the rest of my body has ever since returning from being outdoors 8 hours ago. And it's more than the slightest chill. Hot cocoa didn't even put a dent in it.
It may be time to set the thermostat a few degrees higher in recognition that fuel oil prices are 32% lower than they've been for the last 3 years....
(Of course, if I did that, I'd have to be warm in the dark considering last month's electric rate hike t/o/ t/h/e/ s/t/a/r/s/.)
Stay warm, all!