This house seems to suck in cold. Or the cold creeps in. Whichever it is, no matter what precautions I take, the cold always finds me. The cold in this house even makes it difficult to keep bathwater hot - the heat seems to be pulled out of the bottom of the tub.
As I lay in bed this morning, I felt cold's icy fingers wisp in from the window. Heard booms and cracks as the cold worked on my house.
Yeah, it's all because we need new windows and doors and a better insulated roof, but what's the fun in that? It's far more interesting to write about an evil nemisis that is watching, waiting for me to let my guard down...or forget to put on socks.