R-r-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-ght.
I can't imagine what the winds of a hurricane must be like, but I am fascinated enough to drive somewhere way east of here and find out. With the furnace turned off until the real fall gets here, I am leaving the windows closed until I have to open them. That means once the fumes from staining and poly-coating the floor begin creating visions in my head, that is when I let the fresh cool air in.
What I find odd is that I love sixty-degree temps outdoors, but when the temp drops in my house to below 71 - 72*F, I am chilly as all get out. Why is that? Huh. ~ :^/ [bewilderment and resignation]
Here's goes me, getting on with it. The winds of change are blowing (really, really hard), and I am grabbing the nearest kite and going for a ride! I'll check back in a few hours and let you know the progress.
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