We’re expecting a blizzard this week, and in advance, the year’s first visitor from Canada is here already: a bitterly cold air mass. Having just had the heating system serviced we weren’t expecting the house to be cold… but it was.
We’d left a door to the insulated, but unheated, garage open. D’oh.
It’s getting back to livable at this writing.
It might be Spring Forward day, but we could use a little more spring in our spring.
Perhaps we’ll take the occasion to write some on cold weather weapons care. We’re still playing catch-up on last week’s Saturday Matinee (a disc of vintage documentaries) and TW3. And, given the low temps in the house, Small Dog Mark II’s tendency to be a lap-seeking missile is more pronounced than usual. As we type this, he is sleeping on our desk, with his muzzle in the crook of Your Humble Blogger’s right elbow. It reduces typing speed rather a lot.
But how can one say no?