By the way, it's cold here.
As in "(1) I think it's a glacier, and (2) yes, it's 'getting closer.'"
The furnace shuts off for all of about five minutes at a time. And we don't heat the house to 70 degrees (Fahrenheit, for the Metrificated), either. It was all of 8 degrees for a high yesterday (factoring out the gusting-to-30mph winds that only Sts. Bartholomew or Lawrence could have appreciated). With the winds, it was somewhere near -20.
When they say "Arctic blast," they aren't kidding.