Yeah, baby. Now if only it’ll stay this way for a while.
Cold? Yer damn tootin’ it’s cold. But I consider myself blessed that I’ve finally shaken off my morbid fear of chimney fire enough that the inside of the Lair is nice and warm, so I can shake my ass at the hoarfrost and get on with life.
ETA:
With all the moisture we’ve had, the frost gets really thick when it freezes out of the atmosphere on clear-sky nights. But a touch of sun dissolves it, as the Gulch remembers it’s supposed to be a desert and not a frickin’ embryonic rain forest.
