I think I told you that they replaced my windows this past summer. Essentially they stripped out an entire wall of my apartment and put up a new one. I didn’t like it then, when that was happening. And I still don’t like it. It’s cold. Dreadfully cold. Really really super cold. Inside. Last year’s windows must have done a much better job. It was never cold like this. If it’s colder than -10 (that’s Celsius, I don’t know what that is in Fahrenheit), it gets really cold in here.

Murphy will curl up into herself in the hallway by the door. Or sometimes in the kitchen. She usually sleeps on the floor, or under the desk, or on the couch. But the couch is too close to the window. I like sitting on the floor when I watch TV. For those, mostly rare, occasions where I’m going to watch TV rather than just listen to it as I usually do, I put a pillow on the floor by the couch and sit on the floor. I can’t say for sure where the habit comes from. But I can’t do that. It’s too cold on the floor. Perhaps the habit comes from my time in Korea where you sat on the floor for almost everything. And Koreans must be really smart about science; most of the traditional buildings were floor heated. The heat came up through the floor and it was ever so cozy for sitting. No floor-sitting for me. At least not so long as it’s cold out.

This morning, just a few minutes after the sun came up, well after the sun came up over the condos to the east, I spied this. I love the patterns of frost. And even though it was frigid out (and for the most part, in), I adored the colors.

SS