According to the cat-thermometer, the warmest spot in the house is snuggling on the afghan that my aunt made. I went out this morning to get a loaf of bread and the cashier was also saying it was c-o-l-d outside (56 degrees at 8:00am). But then she said a guy from Alaska said this was nice weather. It's all relative to your tollerance level and we tollerate toasty here.
