I give up- it is only Novemeber and I am already in trouble with the cold frigid nights. I was walking Jasper- my brothers dog I am dog sitting- and my hands started to sting with cold and move like they belonged on the short bus. Currently I am running around the house with a blanket tied around my waist and I wish it extended to wrap around my feet. I need more long smart wool socks. Anyone out there wanting to buy that for me for Christmas? I made up my mind. If I am going to survive winter I need to let go of the white knuckle grip I have on the pocket book and give in to 67 degrees on the thermostat. It's true- I am leaving 65 degrees behind and going for a life of luxury- or at least sanity. Thank goodness for the new windows! And I am thinking I need to put on the kettle and have a cup of something hot.