It's ass-cold here. 61 degrees at the desk, and I'm having a really hard time getting warm. I'm wearing my coat, and it's still cold. I have goosebumps. I can't seem to get warm anywhere anymore, and I think I'm gonna have to add foam to the bedroom windows to help keep the bedroom warm. It was five degrees when I got up this morning (that's -15C for you Canadians), and it's only gonna get colder.
I suppose I should pull the air conditioner out of the window.
Work on the porch has slowed to a crawl. It's the cold, and fatigue, and being busy with other things. The transom window has turned into a mini-project: all the pieces are cut except for the nailing strips, and I'm in the process of gluing everything together. I'm making a new Klingon headpiece for the play, which means I also need to get a decent wig for it as well.
It's dark by the time I leave from work now, so it's hard to have any kind of motivation to do anything at home.
I have the distinct feeling this is gonna be a hard winter for the marmot.