What's with this arctic blast?

This type of cold weather produces palpitations in the locals.  We have to layer clothes that we rarely wear to combat this arctic blast from Father Winter!

I am inside with a wool turtle neck, a corduroy jacket, winter stockings , velour pants, and a fur hat on my head.

We love our raised shot gun houses in New Orleans.  They are charming but rather energy inefficient. My gas heater has been running all day! I hate the thought of burning up so much of our natural resource, BUT it is still less than 68 degrees inside.

We keep our thermostat at a cool 68 in the winter and 72 in the summer. We have had the floor insulated and the old windows caulked.  It seems to me that the air is leaking in faster than we are able to heat it up. I don't like to complain because there are people with no heat at all.

One of my sweet yoga student knitted a pair of fingerless purple gloves for me. I had them on as I wrote in my journal in the predawn hours.

This evening, I am sitting at the computer with a glass of red wine and my hat still on.  I made a pot of potato and vegetable stew and plan to wrap up in a blanket with my smooth hair miniature dachshund, who protests each time he has to be taken out for a walk.  He thinks that his 13 lbs. of resistance will prohibit me from taking him out.

The two of us look like Nanook of the North as we waddle down the street seeking the sun's warmth.