My fingers are especially happy.

Saturday afternoon to today - two or three days, depending on how you count these things - the heat was out in my building. Something with the boiler, and the blizzard meant nobody could get to it Saturday or yesterday. I'd almost gotten used to the idea of bundling up for the forseable future when the heat came back on, and it's a luxurious feeling, enough that I'm almost convinced it's Thursday because I feel good enough tomorrow must be Friday. That's how good it feels.

And I'm going to enjoy getting back out into the snow now that I can get warm again.