Cold

Portland had a big winter storm, snow, ice, wind, the works. I said cheerfully that the only good thing about the pandemic is that I'm all supplied to shelter at home from a storm, and all my events are online anyway. It's all good, as long as I have power and internet.

( Well. )

Just about the time I was mobilizing, I heard the furnace kick in, much sooner than I would have guessed. Yay!!! It had gotten down to 52F degrees in the house, not much warmer than outside at that point.

I was genuinely scared of being so cold. I am so tired of going through unfamiliar scary things alone. This reminded me of the wildfire smoke this past fall. Is this climate change, increasing disasters increasingly often? I am not a fan.