The cats and I are huddled around the few sparks in the fireplace. Our teeth are chattering, our fingers freezing, and our hearts icing over. Cold drafts nearly knock us over. I can barely type this. In the sink there is a stream of frozen water– turned into ice as soon as I turned on the tap. As I flick away frozen tears from my cheek, wouldn’t you think that considering all this, certain people– cough cough safeena cough cough– would feel comfortable enough now in the middle of winter to not open the AC?
Brave Microsoft is braving the snow in an attempt to rescue us. Please pray.