We started the first fire of the season in the big wood stove, and pulled the plastic curtain over the doorway. I was tempted to just throw on a sweatshirt and go to bed, but C. wanted be warm while she canned beans and tomatoes.
So I fired up a few scrap 2x4s and it's a balmy 66 in here now. Earl is happy. He likes a fire on a cold night. Me, too.
I made brownies, and now am off to bed. C. is finishing the tomatoes.