On the plus side, liberal and quick application of freezing cold water means my hand has stopped hurting and doesn't look like it will blister. Also, clam chowder was good, as was Touch of Pink. It had a Giles! A young, adorable, blondish-reddish Giles. (The character's name, not someone who looks like ASH.) Kyle MacLachlan's Cary Grant impression got on my nerves something awful, but the boys were sweet, and the main character's mother was wonderful.
Where I devoutly hope it does not get as cold as it did last night, when with one blanket and a pillow insulating the window, and me hiding under two more blankets, I was still so cold that I dreamed about wrapping up in more blankets. There is the possibility that it wasn't so much nuclear winter as me having a mild flu with attached chills, but at least some of that cold was pure objective icicles in the air. Brr.