Let the wind blow and the ground freeze.
In spite of the fact that all I wanted to do today was curl up with
A. a book
B. a DVD, preferably of the chick flick variety
C. my knitting
D. a warm, gassy dog
E. Any combination of the above
I didn't give in to the feeling. I couldn't, really. This morning as my children followed the steam their breath was making through the house, I promised that I'd finish shrink wrapping the windows so I could turn the heat on. And I did. Nine big windows in three rooms - done. One of them twice, because it looked like the poster child of Home Maintenance: Don't Let This Happen To You. I even did one of the stained glass windows on the stairs, and I think I'm going to zap the other one while I'm at it.
It wasn't as hard as I thought, once I got going, but you'd honestly think I've discovered a cure for cellulite as excited as I am. Best of all, between the front storm door, the thermal curtains over my kitchen slider and the saran wrap...it's warm in my house. And the heat isn't even up high. My kids are smiling and I can almost feel my toes. It got below freezing last night, and I swear it was warmer outside than it was in the house.
In a bit of movie timing, my final installment notice on last year's gas bill came in the mail today. I pitched it in the fireplace and watched it burn.
I feel warmer already.
(Even the wireless is doing its part. It has been going out for no reason all night, and every time it does, I get just a little bit hotter. I guess I should be grateful. Every little bit helps).