Or
An Exercise in Stupidity
You can take your pick after you read this entry.
Taking one for the team, I volunteered to venture out to the farm last weekend to check on the chickens and kittens and make sure all was well at the cabin. Normally, this is not noteworthy. But, this weekend, the outside temperature registered a bit low:
Look again.
That is not 38 degrees. There is a little decimal point in there.
It was THREE POINT EIGHT degrees Fahrenheit at 6:00 Sunday morning! (That's -15.6 degrees Celsius for those of you across the pond.) This is significant because we have to come up with our own heat when we're at the farm. The cabin is not insulated.
But, I survived. The wood stove and oil burning heaters did a great job of heating the cabin.
Plus, the inside temperature was balmy:
You should also take a pic of the thermometer behind the stove showing 95 degrees LOL
ReplyDeleteMust've been nice to have all that firewood lovingly cut up and prepared by your honey.
ReplyDeleteI wanted to post another comment but I have to go eat now... be back later!
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