Cold and wet, and the pressure is in the toilet again. The tube pretty much fills at 29.70", so very low.
Had a touch of vertigo this morning, so napping most of the day, that and reading. The stove has been alight since lunchtime, which makes the front room warm and dry.
The 76-degree bulb is well-sunk and the 80-degree one the only one afloat. The cats love the toastiness and so do I.
No energy, but still not nearly as bad as the weather could be doing me, so there we have it.
Back to Graham Hill's autobiography (pun purposely not avoided).