We’ve gotten out of the double-digits-below-freezing spell, but still it was about -2ºF last night. This morning it was 45º downstairs… I ran off to work, J ran off to class… somehow I thought she was coming home in the afternoon ( = firemaking), but I was mistaken. When I got home about 6pm, the kitchen (and everything else) was at 39º. Table, 39º. Stools, 39º. Sofa, 39º. Wood stove, 39º. Cats, 39º. Ha ha, just kidding. The cats were okay.
I made a wicked good fire (Maine expression) and in a mere 120 minutes have managed to achieve 52º. Ahhh. Toasty.
It’s supposed to “warm up” overnight, from 8º to something like 12º. No prob. Just don’t melt all the nice snow, please.