Oh, it is not that cold of a day for winter here, but sometimes you feel it more than others. Today the sky is a washed out grey and snow is spitting from time to time and the wind is up a bit. So I got in into my head to build a rip-roaring fire.
Sydney sought out a couple of afghans and nudged them onto the floor and lay down on them. Still, I don’t think he felt his spirits lift very much:
As for the rest of us, here are a couple folks like to pick up and toss over their shoulders:
