I didn't see any snow or any indication of anything nasty the whole drive up, until I turned into this street, and POW, there were actual snowbanks on the side of the street. Yeah, my house is on a ridge, but it's not that high, so I never have understood why snow and ice is so much worse, as soon as you turn off route 9 onto this street. As soon as, as in before it ever starts going up.
I had not left the heat on after my last trip. I arrived about nine PM. The temperature outside was below freezing, and it was 40 F inside. I was so grateful when the furnace went on with no complaints, but warming up took a very long time, because everything in the house had to be warmed, too. I finally was able to stop shivering long enough to fall asleep under a comforter and two blankets at about one am, and by then the thermostat said it was 51. By morning it was 74, but every time the furnace decided it was satisfied, the air cooled off quickly, because walls and furniture were still absorbing heat. When I leave tomorrow, I'll leave it set at 55.
It's been a while since I've been here, so I haven't done much of anything today. Just soaking up the vibes of the house. Returning south tomorrow, after a few business calls. I am not looking forward to one of them. I'm going to blow Piper out of the water. I'll detail that when I have a keyboard.