C-c-can't t-t-type, p-p-paws f-f-frozen! M-m-m-must f-f-find m-m-mom's m-m-m-m-mittens!
Okay, I guess I'm exaggerating just a little. It's not as cold down here as it is in some other places right now. Hell, where grandson Eli is the windchill has been in the range of 40-50 below zero!
And I suppose no matter how cold it gets here I should be thankful we're not still living back in Massachusetts. This'll end soon, and in fact, it's supposed to be up around 70 sometime this weekend.
I will say I've heard a certain pair of spoiled brats whining about moving to someplace warmer, though. What a couple of babies, huh? It's peculiar what living close to the beach year-round can do to a person.
I've got it made here. Even on these cold nights I've got all I need to keep toasty and warm, and then some.
This is me and mom sleeping (well, at least mom's sleeping) on the futon one night recently. No, they weren't fighting. Mom just has trouble sleeping sometimes (I suspect at least 50% of the time it's because of my caterwauling for no damn reason during most nights lately) and gets up to sleep out in the living room.
Actually, after close examination I realized these were taken one night when mom had a cold recently, now that I see the tissue and cough medicine scattered around. Anyway, my point is that I have all the comforts I need here, so I shouldn't complain.