I want to blog, but I can't.
It's just too cold. I'm vaso-constricting and my fingers can't type.
I suppose I could just turn the heat up, but it's a catch 22. PTB lives in an older house, and the heating system has very little (if any) humidification. So I'm faced with a choice: Be cold, or allow my skin to flake off.
We decided it's one of the downfalls to older homes. Would you trade the character of an older home for skin that resides on your body? Hmmmmmm.
Well this ought to make Josh happy. He was just asking for some more pictures of the kids, so tonight I shall appease him with a little less typing and a few more pictures.
From the much warmer late-November, early-December...
And now I think I shall go roll around in a tub of Vaseline and then turn the heat up.