Crap, it’s cold.
Of course, it was much worse before this:
For most of January, I was trapped in the guest bedroom–the back bedroom is unlivable under twenty degrees–under flannel sheets topped with an electric blanket topped with a fuzzy blanket topped with an electric throw topped with four dogs. We were not amused. The cold made my computer icy to hold and my fingers stiff, and most of everything I wanted to do was on the other side of the bedroom door, where the house was not-freezing, a step up from where it was before but still a long way away from cosy. (The fireplace surround should help a lot when it goes in.) But now it’s up to the thirties in the daytime, and the fireplace really is cheery, not to mention a huge relief because it’s not reliant on electricity in any way, so if the power goes out, I can sit in front of the flames and not die. This is big.
Still it means that I didn’t get a damn thing done on the house in January which explains the dearth of Cottage Saturday posts. I’m thinking now that warmer weather–still cold but not oh-my-god cold–is here, I can get a lot more done.
In the meantime, I’m staying by the fire.