Y'all, I am sitting in my living room at 2 AM, and as I type this, I can actually see my breath rising like steam when I exhale. The thermometer we keep over the kitchen doorway? It reads 52 degrees F (or 10 degrees C) and falling. INSIDE. THE. HOUSE.
You know why?
We have no central heat. Only space heaters and this one gas heater set in the wall of the bathroom, which we don't like to leave on in the middle of the night.
Which is bad enough, but dude? I'm in Texas. On the Gulf Coast. I should be hot, or at the very least nice and comfortable. But no, I sit here all teeth a-chattering, like I'm back in freaking North Carolina, or worse, Washington D.C. Not that there's anything wrong with those places (in fact, I rather miss NC), but I came to Texas to get warm.
And all this freezing weather? Won't even have the decency to produce an inch of snow. Not in Houston. Maybe up in the panhandle they get snow, but here? Nada. And my poor Gina has been begging me for snow. If she has to freeze her little nose off, she should at least have the satisfaction of being able to make a snow ball.