fuck wind chill in the goat ass.

[siannan]

It is cold. Like, final scene of The Shining cold, except I don't have a hedgerow maze to hypothermiate in. I like it cold, but this is insane.

This house has no insulation.

I am in the warmest room of the house.

58 degrees.

I have the thermostat on 75.

The rhododendron leaves are rolled tighter than paper stomps.

I ran around the house looking for laundry to run, so I can use the dryer later and get some ghetto heat. I went to pour in some Snuggle and it was all thick from the cold.

The cats are camped out along the baseboard heating, sucking up everything that the boiler spews forth.

J. is fully clothed under all the covers. Including a HOODIE. Gimme that hoodie!

It's hard to type wearing mittens.

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[mountain-hiker.livejournal.com]

My friend Teresa lives in this house where the furnace is non-functional. She has space heaters everywhere because the landlord can't afford to replace it. I feel bad for her. The rent is cheap, but, Christ, it went down to -8 earlier this week.