Mom comes into the living room to find Rita spread out, sound asleep, in Mom's chair. Mom looks at me and says 'Hello? You rented out my apartment?' Rolling over here. The woman's humor just doesn't quit.
It's a balmy 31 degrees out today so no fire going yet. Went to get the paper barefoot (not that big a deal for me as I'm always barefoot but, man, the last two days? Even I've been wearing shoes out.