It’s supposed to get to -11 degrees this monday night. Negative. Eleven. My sad drafty house gives up the ghost around 20 degrees, I don’t even know what tomorrow is going to be like , except that I own about fifty couch blankets and it may be time to deploy all of them.

And yes, it’d be nice if my cats and dogs curled up with me so we could all stay warm together, but their general attitude seems to be “Fuck you. If you wanted to be warm, you’d’ve grown fur.”

… I think my pets are members of the G.O.P. Next they’ll be asking me why I don’t just buy more money if I’m so poor. ><