These mornings when we force ourselves to leave the warm, cozy cocoon of our bed, we're finding the temperature of the house is a mite on the chilly side. Usually in the low 60s which means it doesn't take us long to get dressed swathing ourselves in several layers of warm clothing.
I couldn't resist taking this picture of hubby at the breakfast table one morning this week. In defense of his outfit, he had just come down from his office which is the coldest room in the house.
The little bit uncomfortable hour or two in the morning before we get things warmed up is nobody's fault but our own. We haven't transitioned into full winter heating mode yet. We're still burning soft wood and choosing not to bank the wood stove to hold a fire overnight. We both prefer sleeping in a cooler temp, but maybe not so much functioning in that same cooler temp first thing in the morning!
Today was a perfect day to be at home. We had a little over 1/2" of new snow over night but the temperature was already 33 degrees when we got up. Then it went up to 34 degrees and starting raining. Ugh. Lots of warnings that the roads were slippery. Hubby had planned on working on the siding on the garage again today but with the rain and very stiff wind that came up, he quickly decided he could find something else profitable to do . . . inside.
We're having a very quiet Friday night with Christmas carols on the stereo (it just seems right), the wood stove crackling and Zoey the Wonder Dog snoring on her bed. I had a beer with our dinner pizza tonight and it just about put me under the teeble . . . tubble . . . I mean table. Hic. Gotta go to bed now.