Freezing

Fireplace. Roaring.

It's been bitterly cold here so far this week. Like 35-23 degrees. I know that in some places that's called "winter" but I like to call it "bitterly cold." That's because it makes me so bitter. I'm only kidding (sort of). So, between work, errands and meetings I spend my time sitting directly in front of our fireplace, watching tasteless television and drinking gallons of hot tea.

Cold survival.

The tea kettle might be my favorite new item. We have a Keurig, which I got in grad school because it meant I could sleep an extra five minutes. But, I don't use it much anymore because I hate the weird pump sound it makes. Yes, I prefer a whistling tea kettle to five seconds of water pumping. I'm pretty sure hearing the kettle go off six times in a two hour period last night made Andy wish he didn't have ears.