People... we gots trouble; the thermomadinger on my back patio says 48 degrees Farginheit!!
The peacocks that hang around the Chateau would NOT shut up this morning. Herself was trying to get some more z's, and two of them were standing outside the bedroom window sounding like a steamboat calliope (in heat).
So I rushed outside the back and waved a seed bag at them. They came a-runnin' (YAY!) but they honked even louder (BOO!)
Got them settled down, and decided to build a fire in the fireplace... except all the wood is out in the shed, 'way the heck over there in the back. Screw the fire. Crank the thermostat to "Ludicrous Speed".
This is all done in the fargin dark/gloom.
The bedroom door opens, a pussycat (4-legger) comes flying out... and the bedroom door slams.
Uh-ooh.