07 October, 2008
I empathize with the kitty. My son, though, could BE the kitty. When I allow him to turn on the space heater, he is Right. There. On. It.
However, there'll be precious little space heater time this month. And no radiator heat! We have vowed to make it to Halloween before turning on the heat. There are sweaters, sweatshirts, warm socks, and down throws galore in this house, and as God is my witness, we will USE them.
D. left last night for a month to sunnier climes, and that's lucky for him. Not so lucky for us, who will be both missing him and shivering. I will particularly miss the radiant heat he throws off at night. Seriously, if I had known my husband was warmer than electric blankets, we might have married far sooner.
This afternoon, I shall curl up with a cup of cocoa and some wooly knitting until it's school run/ballet run time. The Mystery Socks are both finished through Clue 1, awaiting Clue 2 tomorrow. No picture, not because of spoilers, but because Bad Camera has no battery and Good Broken Camera needs charging. I have the Revontuli to work on, but I may have to put it aside for some wrist warmers (like Fetching), to keep my knitting hands supple and warm.
The Yarn Harlot is a lot funnier about her own Furnace Wars than I am. [You'll have to read back in her archives a bit, but this post confirms that she lasted until 5 November last year. Plus there's a cool free hat pattern in the same post. Bonus.]