Winter wonder

What do notherners do when it's cold outside?  I mean really cold -- icicle breath, face numbing, frozen toed cold. 

Well, first of all, those of us who do not have to go out -- don't.

There are always a few martyrs out there trying to achieve their first, or even second, heart attack, but no more than you might find outside mowing the lawn on a horrendously hot humid day.  The south may put their crazy people right out on the front porch, we like to hide ours in nice snug little inglenooks.

Today was a good day to stay inside -- and warm.

I turned up the furnace and added a nice little infrared heater then I got busy!

First I tidied the writhing mass of cords behind the television, eliminating the second modem and unused phone and tucking the rest behind the chest the TV sits on.

Then I took all the books off their shelves and began dusting like the mad woman of Chaillot trying to save Paris (and those dust mites fought me at every turn.) 

I vacuumed before, during, and after so that not one speck of errant dirt might escape my winter warring. Then I moved the furniture into a new configuration, which while it may not be better, is certainly different.

I was so successful I actually had to turn the space heater off (and take a nap midway through.)

It is still bone chillingly cold outside, but I am nice and warm sitting here snug as a bug in a rug in my newly arranged, CLEAN little inglenook.