that- based on the pain they were causing me- should have been visible from space.

This morning, I stared at my feet, incapable of comprehending how badly they hurt, and how incongruously normal they looked. I expected to see bulging veins and throbbing pulsing flesh.

Damn, sounded like one of those Harlequin romances there for a moment

Anyway, had the first fire in the fireplace last night, you’re supposed to have three, four firesat low temps to drive off the last of the paint fumes, and then you can go full bore.

This ought to guarantee the warmest winter in years.