My husband came in to tell me we have a mouse living in our car which is parked in our sub-zero garage. I can’t fault the mouse for trying to find a way to a hot engine (no longer hot), but they stupidly eat their way through wires. I need that car to function by the end of the week. Like the mouse I am not enamored of the cold that reduces us to zero in our body and soul. It is a hard time when temperature drops . I lived in London for three years in the 60s without anything resembling heat. I understood why Dickens named a book BLEAK HOUSE, Now that I am old and not in great shape I value the ability to have and to pay for heating oil and warm coats and the like. People in London kept telling me we were being tested. That their lives were valued by their ability to endure. I don’t want to endure. I want to excel and to excite and to be excited. If there is a kindly God or Goddess, He/She will have warm breath, a warm heart, and a warmer hand to extend to us.