But that was when I didn't mind being outside to watch the stars when the nights grew cold. Maybe it was because there was always a warm house to return to. Now I leave the house chilly to save fuel, and the pleasure of going back in doesn't last long enough to make going outside seem less onerous. So now the cats are unfed, the laundry unfinished, and the stars unwatched, and I'm uncomfortably chilly. And I still have to make dinner.
At least I've got electricity and my feet are dry. Plus my house has not been washed away. But then winter is still ahead. The town could still end up under a big load of snow. Everybody's turn comes around eventually. Sometimes weather just bites.