M finally took pity on us shivering people and built a fire in the wood stove. Usually he is the cold one.
But if he is gone at work, he doesn't know how cold it it. And he won't turn the heat up higher than 55 degrees. No, I'm not kidding. The oil furnace is expensive to run. Wood is free.
The first morning fire felt like Christmas. I had to make hot cocoa for the kids' breakfast. Thank you, M, for all the hard work you put in to chopping wood this summer!
