The HIGH temperature yesterday was 12 degrees Fahrenheit in my neck of the woods. Since I for damned sure wasn't going outside in that nonsense if I didn't have to, I spent the entire day packing away all the Christmas decorations into their boxes instead. The season is now officially over, I guess.
Today, the high was a comparatively balmy 21. (Freaking winter.) I spent the day doing dishes and laundry and sorting through about 75% of the great, towering stacks of paper that formerly occupied every flat surface in my office. The recycling guy will probably get a hernia from trying to move my can, but I can see the top of my desk for the first time in years.
All of this unaccustomed household industriousness is setting a very bad precedent. If this weather keeps up, I'll soon find myself washing floors and scrubbing toilets for indoor entertainment, and that will never do. Tomorrow, I get out of this house if I have to do it in Eskimo boots and a parka!