It's freezing in my house. It's windy as hell outside. Pete's not here to light the pilot for the furnace nor to change the filter nor to vacuum all the stupid heating vents. And I can't do but the last task one-armed. But I can do this:
Ahhhhhh. Warmth. My toes and fingers turn a lighter shade of blue just watching this.
[Yeah, yeah, I know 56 degrees in the house is not really freezing. But, damn, it's cold enough.]