brrrr....

It's even colder. It was 11 degrees inside tonight, according to my heater when I turned it on. That is too cold even for me. Snow is predicted to 100 metres, but I doubt that I will wake up to a white carpet as it is rare that there is snow here; I heard that the last real snowfall here was fifteen years ago.

So... fire burning at one end, heater at the other, electric blanket on... off to bed to dream new paintings!

Two little dogs are in voluntary exile for tearing up two pillows while I was out this evening. All I did was open the door, say "Who did this?" and they both ran out. Perhaps I'll let them back in now.

Today I am grateful for electricity.