And BOOM, the whole place gets hit with snow and ice and it's crazy, crazy cold. I'm of two minds about winter - fashion-wise, I love me some sweaters and I like when the weather agrees that it's a good time to wear one. On the other hand O MY GOD IT'S FUCKING COLD.
Well, that sort of makes it sound like I don't like the cold. I do, actually - I love being outside on cold, brisk days. The white, heatless sun in the crystal blue sky, the overwhelming silence that is like no other season. But I like winter to stay outside, and when it's as cold as it's been for as long as it's been, the house gets quite chilly.
I mean, of course it does - it's a 90 year old lathing and plaster job with no insulation in most of the outside walls. But there's a deep set chill in some rooms that's kind of alarming. I've taken to calling the first floor bathroom 'The Ice Cave', and it's not much of a surprise, as it's a small outside room with no heat and the entire wall given over to a window. During the first half of the cold snap, the faucets actually froze shut. I do not kid.
So all I want to do on nights like this is get into bed at 7:00 PM and stay under the covers for the next fourteen hours. At least there's one great thing - when I renovated the master bedroom, I added insulation, and now it's not just the warmest room in the house, it's genuinely, actually warm by real-world standards. Naturally, the floor gets very cold, because it hangs over the front porch and there's nothing but cold air under there. Because the house was built when people liked freezing their balls off.