So when the snow stopped I went out to clean the solar panels. And as I put the squeegee away in the ratproof shed where I store seasonal stuff I remembered to retrieve this cool pair of insulated pants a Generous Reader sent me last year…
They were of course freezing so I set them on top of the bedroom heater. Did the Tobie stuff, sat down at the computer, and after a while my lizard brain tapped me on the shoulder and said, “Something smells like…burning.”
Happily they were not nearly ready to combust. But still uncomfortable to the touch.
