Today is the coldest day I ever remember recorded. I'm no meterologist, but it's the coldest temperature I've ever taken notice of. It's so cold that everyone has been told to stay inside and to not leave their homes unless it's an emergency.
Of course I wouldn't know since all I've done all day is open the door for three seconds to throw some snow out the door.
Today I am thankful for a warm house.
I'm tired of being indoors and sequestered to my house, but I'm in my house. My heat works. My windows are drafty and old, but they're there. Every once in awhile I have to stick my hands under the blanket to warm them as I sit on the couch, but I'm sitting on a couch.
The Year of Gratitude