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Sunday, February 14 2016
It was a brutally cold day, with temperatures staying down in the single digits (that's Fahrenheit of course) except for some hours in the afternoon, when it rose into the teens. Since the rest of the house isn't as pleasant on days like today, we spent most of today in front of the fire. It was a little too cold for watching teevee even in the teevee room. As for the laboratory, I had to run a 1200 watt electric space heater and the hydronic zone for hours before it became comfortable enough to spend time in.
An indication of how warm this winter has been is the fact that my laboratory urinal system had so far yet to freeze. TOday, though, it finally did, forcing me to urinate in a gin bottle.
On Valentine's Day, Gretchen and I usually go out to a pizza place for dinner. But it was too cold to spend the amount of time required getting into and out of cars for such a thing tonight, so instead Gretchen called a $32 order down to the Hurley Mountain Inn and I drove down there and picked it up. Truth be told, the brutal cold, which involved a stop at Stewart's to get some gas, really wasn't any worse than walking on the windy streets of Brooklyn yesterday. The pizza Gretchen had ordered came without cheese, though it did have various vegetables such as mushrooms, onions, and spinach. It seemed kind of soggy and flavorless even when sprinkled with two kinds of vegan faux cheese Gretchen had made. (I suspect the slices of fresh tomato had been a bad idea.) Along with the pizza, we also got two large styrofoam trays of fries, which was way more than we could possibly eat in a single meal. But Gretchen wanted both the curly and the non-curly variety. I have a feeling one of these days we're going to learn that curly fries in general (and those from the Hurley Mountain Inn in particular) aren't vegan, but until then I'm okay with living within Gretchen's denial. (I say denial, because I've raised my suspicion about this several times in the past, and she's always laughed it off.[REDACTED])
Despite having stopped drinking before 7:00pm last night and then sobering up enough to do some driving last night, I nevertheless experienced a mid-level hangover for much of the today, and I could still feel it even as I headed off to bed after 11:00pm tonight.
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Meanwhile in the lives of other people, it seemed Eva and Sandor's dog fostering wasn't working out. They were concerned about how the dog was interacting with their cats. Gretchen thought they were being neurotic, but sometimes being neurotic helps one avoid mistakes.


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