Here’s what passes for a view out of our unheated kitchen window these days.
Not to keep harping on this, but it’s bloody cold around here.
Time to give thanks for that little woodstove, for The Wife’s persistence in tracking it down, and her further persistence in getting us to install it. Now if only the thing would gather up some wood and light itself, that would be great.
Meanwhile our refrigerator seems to be confused about the fact that it’s job is suddenly to keep our food warm.