Ok. I admit it. It's cold in Yellowknife. Steph and Trev went away for the long weekend and I don't know how to turn on the oil furnace. It's 3 degrees in the house and by my calculations, if I open the fridge door, it should warm the place up.
I have discovered the value of layered clothing. My computer is beneath my desk and the fan is warming my toes. I have both cats on my lap to rob them of their body heat and I have deliberately not changed the cat box so the steaming piles of cat crap can, in some way, contribute to the convection of the place.
I have foresaken my tobacco-free lifestyle to go out on the porch for a smoke to warm up with a cigarette and a hot cup of tea. Steph and Trevor went north this weekend for a lovers' weekend away...
...in a warm cabin, I'm sure.
They did tell me it gets cold up here. But in August?
Freeze you later.
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