Right now I’m typing this wedged in between the two kids all snug and warm. Them. Not me. I’m cold. Especially my right foot. Why my right foot in particular? I don’t know but anyhoo… Why not me? Because a few minutes ago I was in the freezing living room drawing this. Nathan started crying. I hurriedly finished it and here I am snug and not warm because no one turned on the heat. Der!

Thank goodness for warm kids to put my cold feet on.