Although we didn’t get the snow that was possible overnight, there’s frost on the roof of the car this morning, and the temperature inside the house when I woke up was a solid 45 degrees. Paul had already set up the stove, so all I had to do was light it and get to making coffee. It’s now inched its way up to just shy of 50 degrees. Did I mention that I’ve moved my desk off the porch and into the living room?
Fortunately, it’s a gorgeous day outside, clear and sunny and bright, which means that some good solar gain will assist the woodstove, as will the oven pancake I’m going to make for breakfast in a moment. (Baking really helps warm the house as well.)