I have lots of blogs lined up but my brain has congealed. I'm on the north side of the west wing of my building and it has had a boiler problem for the last five days. The heat is minimal - about 15 degrees Celsius. I made bone broth soup and muffins for the young weekend concierge who lent me a heater. Sitting close in front of it, better, heat up to 67 Fahrenheit - I can't translate). Cooking warmed up the kitchen for a bit. But he is allergic to nuts so I'll have to cook something else.

I was brought up being taught that it was good luck to finish your Xmas thank you letters before the new year - by hand. Mailed. Did not make it this year. Hands too cold. Feet too. And brain. Just shows I am not very disciplined. I still swim every morning because the water in the pool is warmer than my apartment.

I keep thinking of the refugees with no heat whatsoever, or food or water or safety or shelter. I have no business complaining about cold feet.

Hygge anyone?