Cold, cold, cold

48 degrees Fahrenheit, and I only wish I were talking about the temperature outside. But no, that's how cold it is in my house. (My parents strongly disapprove of large heating bills, and the doorframe around the front door has shifted enough that there's a sizeable gap letting in cold air.) Someday I'm going to be fabulously wealthy and have one home in the States and one in New Zealand, so that I can always have summer.

In happier news, look at the pretty icon! Courtesy of allecto's brilliance and generosity. And now I make myself tea.