In a few weeks here, it might get above freezing. When it does, we get mud, then black flies, then we work like crazy to get ready for the next winter. New Englanders love this stuff. It's a disease, I guess. I remember talking to a lady once who had grown up with woodstove heat, and without electricity for the most part. Commenting on her son's home with its central heating, she said. "The heat is fine, I guess, but where do you go to get warm!" Dogs understand this, and cats. People, with their hypertrophic frontal lobes, often don't. You obviously, though, do have an eye for heat!