Interesting: when I was freezing to death because there was no fire, my beloved husband told me that it was not cold. I disagreed. A lot. I said that I wanted a fire. He said he needed to clean the chimney. He'd get around to it. I said I was cold. He told me it was not cold. It's been going on like this for a couple weeks. Our only source of heat was the ventless propane heater in the livingroom. When the sun went down, I was freezing. Unless you talked to Tim. Then I wasn't cold at all.
Well, my beloved 'gimpy' has been home since Wednesday.