||[Jan. 8th, 2010|07:13 am]
We're freezing. Yeah, all of you up there in the Great White North can laugh at my delicate Southern hothouse flower whining, but at least this time I'm being literal. It really is freezing.
Right now it's 26, and it won't get above freezing today, and tomorrow the low is 18. That's pretty unheard of in these parts. My hisbicus are toast. Frozen toast. I covered the ones by the house but the ones by the driveway were too big and I ran out of sheets.
Yesterday The Boy wasn't feeling well, so Husband stayed home with him. The cold front hit about noon, and around 3:00 The Boy started complaining that he was cold. Husband had a moment of panic because he thought the heater was broken. Then he remembered that a couple of weeks ago we finally got around to installing the programmable thermostat we got for Christmas last year. And had programmed it to set the thermostat to 60 during the day.
This morning, on the way to school, The Boy said, Today is BYOB...Bring Your Own Brrrr!