We've moved into the southern portion of the house. We're sleeping in the living room by the fireplace, and have closed all the doors to back bedrooms confining us to the living room, kitchen, dining room, bathrooms, and basement. The wind has really started to pick up.
Thermostat is set to 68F, but the furnace has only kicked on four times today. There's a load of firewood* inside and another load* just outside the back door.
We *might* go to the library tomorrow and maybe hit Aldi just to see it there was more utter devastation today as a follow-up to yesterday's Locust Swarm. Plus the store manager is really cute, although I thinks she falls outside the "Half your age plus seven years" rule^ for me. On the low side.
We're good on everything. Robert was all
when I was filling up a couple of five gallons buckets, until I explained the potential loss of water and the subsequent invocation of the "If it's yellow, let it mellow; if it's brown, flush it down." rule. Which earned me a
from him.
*- "Load of firewood" being enough stacked by the fireplace to last at least 24 hours while putting out enough heat to keep the bricks toasty. So we've got enough to get to Wednesday morning, before we'd have to dig more out of the snow.
^- When I told him that means he could only date girls that were thirteen and not twelve, it took him a moment to do the math in his head and got me another
from him. He also then announced that he doesn't have a girlfriend and doesn't want one, because the girls in his classes are "Mean and Bossy". To which I told him, "All of them are."
