Grey & blustery here chez Casa Reynard, and it's attempting to rain.
Slept only so-so. Good first half of the night, and then the old too hot, too cold tango with the bedclothes. So I do not feel terribly rested. As a result, I have had a quiet morning doing all those little things that aren't important but that need doing.
Just received a phone call, supposedly from the power company wanting to check loft insulation and offer advice. I told them to go take a hike because it sounded decidedly fishy. In any case, my loft has both fibre and bead stuff covered by boards, not just the floor, but the roof joists as well. And I know it's good, because whenever we get a frost, that takes all day to melt - the only bit that actually melts is the bit around the chimney stack.
I had better have some luncheon. I am being mithered for chicken.