2009
Thursday, January 1st, 2009It’s ten degrees outside. Even without that hard bit of data, I knew it was damn cold as I padded across the pine kitchen floorboards this morning. Thousands of dollars on insulation and new windows later, our home remains a drafty old farmhouse. I let the dogs out into the snow and felt the arctic blast, realizing too late that the tank top and flannel pjs that felt so reasonable between memory foam and blankets were no match for this morning’s deep freeze.
I closed the folding doors to the basement and the pantry, eliminating some of the draft. I built a fire, hoping to get the living room cozy and warm before my boys awoke to greet the new year.
