Feeling the sweet, sweet warmth pour out of my cranked-up oven. Lifting my shirt, turning back and forth, letting that wonderful warm try and take the chill off my torso. It never gets all that cold here in NYC, but tonight it's ten degrees or so out, and our apartment is way underheated. Soon I'll shut it off and join the missus in bed under a pile of quilts and a cat or two also seeking warm places. We'll be a little human-feline cuddle pile out of necessity.
I'm sure it's much worse in more intemperate climes. Hope you're staying warm tonight, GT!