I don’t sleep well when I’m cold. U also have to sleep with some kind of white noise, usually a fan.

I’ve slept with a small electric heater in my room for years. This year, my heater died. I borrowed one from my Dad. It didn’t work. I borrowed a second one, and it was okay.

For Valentine’s Day, we went to get a bit to eat (KFC…Yum!), and see about a heater for my room. We found this for $25, normally $50. Score!

Henry really knows how to melt my heart.

It snowed sometime after we went to bed. Not a lot. Just enough to cover the ground.

When I went out to get the trash bin from the curb, I left footprints in the fresh powder. It made me think of the poem, “Footprints in the Sand.”

I have no picture for this day.