It’s freaking cold out there. It’s freaking cold in here, too.
For background, I live in a basement apartment, the front half of my apartment is underground, and the back of my apartment sits flush, so I have a slider door and a patio. It’s nice, and it keeps me sheltered from a lot of weather woes. The only trouble I have is the occasional draft around my slider, not really anything I can even complain about, that’s how insignificant it is. I don’t have to pay for heat or hot water, it’s included in my rent, and my stove is an old-fashioned gas stove, so if the power goes out I can still cook. It’s a pretty sweet setup in the winter.
The polar vortex is so bad that my parents have called to make sure I am okay.
I am a knitter surrounded by wool, I have unlimited heat, hot water, and cooking gas, a fridge full of food, and the cable is on.
Freezing, but fine.
I finished a turban and some makeshift mitts. It’s too cold to wear them tomorrow – tomorrow I will need a full wool hat and mittens – but otherwise the set will be perfect for Delaware winters. Rav Link.