I am snowed into a half packed house on my birthday and wearing every single one of the socks that isn't already at the new house. Tell me fairy stories about the new house's heating, Serenity. Woo me with warm words. I am too old for this sort of weather. (I made a snow angel in the middle of the road! The road that is NEVER silent! I lay down in the middle of it and didn't die! And I made a snow Hendrix! This is awesome!)

Joss and I are heating beans over a small gas cooker we found. We have quite a few beans and you are welcome if you can get here (although be warned, you probably won't get back.)