I find myself complaining but we are warm. We each watch TV from under afghans, in our sweaters, and with a cat on our lap.
Our hearts have gone out to people who faced nearly impossible commutes and those that work outdoors like the garbage collectors and mail carriers.
It's easy to complain until we remember how fortunate we are. I try to find contentment in our warm trap. I'll let you know what our gas bill is for the month.
'til later
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