More about the COLD

 I'm sure you are tired of hearing me complain about the COLD.

But complain I will.

When I got up this morning it was zero on our back porch--and I didn't  get up until nearly 9--an hour after Bern walked Brigit and almost fell down. I can't imagine how that went.

Right now it's 10 degrees on our back porch (almost 6 p.m.).

The bank thermometer up the road is always 5 degrees warmer than our back porch one--but anything below 60 outdoors is cold to me.

We keep our house at 70 (or, I do, Bern turns it down to 67 when I'm not constantly checking!)

But the last few days she's left it where I set it.

Maybe I should try to push it up to 72?

I've always hated the cold, but as I age, my hatred increases.

Just another thing about aging....