This was two days ago. It’s much too cold to sit by the window today. This house is nearly a hundred years old, and I suspect the windows are almost as old — if not as old — as the house itself. On a windy day, the blinds actually flutter when the windows are closed.
One of the things I failed to take into account when I decided to move from an apartment to a (very old) house were utility bills. I am not a practical person by nature; I am impulsive, intuitive — and it is sometimes a costly way to be.
Nevertheless, I am happy we are here.