The weather has taken a turn for the chilly. Cloudy, and highs only around 50 degrees during the day, low supposed to literally be freezing tonight. DD2 and I have been clad in jeans, sweaters, and fuzzy socks for days now. Quilts are on the beds. The oven has been kept busy baking things (and warming up the house), and soup/stew has been on the menu at least half the nights this week.
This morning, DH came in from hunting very cold. So cold that a pot of coffee didn't warm him up. A plate of eggs and toast didn't either. Neither did a hot shower. Or a fresh from the oven apple danish.
He proclaimed that it was time to start a fire in the wood boiler.
Oh happy day! DD2 announced that her daddy making a fire was the best birthday present ever (she turns 15 today). We'll be warm now.