I was going to trim my beard, but I dassn’t–I need it between my face and the ice.
We still don’t have heat. The guys are back down there in the cellar today, they’re supposed to be hooking up the new boiler, but I don’t hear much going on. “Dealing cards and sipping coffee doesn’t make much noise,” Patty says.
We are blessed in that the weather has moderated–although for my part, I just can’t seem to get warm until I go to bed–but it won’t stay this warm much longer. What in the Sam Hill are they doing down there? You’d think three or four guys who do it for a living ought to be able to install one cotton-pickin’ boiler.
Just now it’s warmer outside than it is in here, so I think I’ll go for a walk. Maybe that’ll warm me up.