Now that we have the doors and all the cracks and crevices in the basement hermetically sealed, it's remarkably warmer in here. Downstairs anyway. Upstairs you still get that, "Oh my God these sheets are cold" feeling. We need more insulation in the attic. But until then I'll just keep my eyes peeled for some flannel sheets. Of course I can't just run to Wally World and pick some up. No, we've got those darn ultra thick mattresses that require ultra-mega-super deep sheets. So I have to search high and low for flannel sheets that don't require me to sell one of my kidney's to afford them. Nothing is ever easy around here.
Now that the insulation is up in the garage, I'm told it's nice and toasty out there too. I wouldn't know. I froze my butt off trying to clean up the front porch and hang the holiday decorations and have thus declared all outdoor activities postponed until spring. Or until my butt thaws anyway.