Not me. I live in a state of denial.
Even though I just cleaned the wood stove, toted in more firewood and stacked a new pile up closer to the back door. 18 degrees and I have worked up a sweat.
OMG. Sick as I am at the moment. I just burst out laughing.
Here is where I am lucky having a youngster (very sweet ~20yo friend) willing to work for eggs, baked(well. any home cooked food), etc. He just brought 2+cords of wood up next to my side door (I.e., 3' from my stove
