Funny. Last night was the first night that I caved and turned the heat up to 70.  I was freezing all day and couldn’t take it anymore (I pinched a nerve in my neck so I am not moving about as usual) I begged E to get up and turn it off in the middle of the night because sleeping with nothing on, I mean nothing, wasn’t helping. Now, now I am back to freezing again. Freaking NE.

I wish a little of that had floated down a few cities and town.  I worked with a space heater on in the office all day yesterday cause I was so cold, came home and like ‘justme’ turned up the heat, never did get warm though and this morning seems to be more of the same...it’s damp, as much as cold, I guess which is part of the problem.

“Freaking NE”, justme, is being kind.  I ask yet again, why am I still living here?????

We’re holding steady at 51 degrees so far today. It’s not looking like much of a cold front yet. The house is still toasty, lemme tell you. I’d love to share some with you, Cyn.

J—It’s New England. Wait five minutes...etc. Last night was just so weird. I guess it’s better than two feet of snow, though.

I think 2 feet of snow is better than 98 degrees…

But Im kinda weird

One should never disparage our fellow man (unless they are some of our more obnoxious Republicans!!) but yes Steve, you are weird! I don’t know where you live, but if you want to switch with those of us who put up with 2’ or more each winter (and some winters ALL winter), we’d love to give it a shot.  Hope you don’t mind me speaking for you Kate and Justme!!

Ironically, my word was SNOW. 

Steve is a New Englander. And I agree that 98 degrees outside during the summer makes me long for snow. Until we get it. Then that’s an altogether different matter. Then I don’t like it because I have to shovel it. My recollection of last winter is that every time I got the driveway and sidewalks shoveled out, it turned around and snowed again.

Then there is the snow plow driver who socks the end of my driveway in with another 3 feet of hard packed snow after I’ve just finished. Every.Time.

There are only about 4 weeks out of the entire year, around here, that are suitable for living.

  I say we find Steve and bury him in a snow drift on the first storm of the year!