It is January. In Ohio. It is Cold. So cold I feel I will never get warm. The air I breathe is too cold. My fingers feel like icicles. My feet are almost numb. The only warm spot is in the living room where the stove resides. But most of my work is on the other end of the house. Where. It. Is. Cold. I’m not dealing with it very well. It is so hard to keep the girls doing school when the school room is cold. And they have to do at least some of it there because they use the computers.