Thanks to benefactors enabling me to get the stove, stovepipe, chainsaw and woodsplitter. Thanks to those supplying the army blankets and the down, not to mention warm socks! This is when I realize that the polyurethane rolls that I spread out and tacked to the frame of the hermitage are not insulated. But I’m not frozen. No complaints here at all. It’s a challenge supplying enthusiasm.
The windchill calculator above would be worthless in Minnesota, where I’m from. It was once minus 74 Fahrenheit, with a windchill of minus 104. Yikes! Another time there was crisis on Lake Superior outside of Duluth. The largest and heaviest ocean-liners in the world (the Minnesota Iron-Ore boats) all got stuck in the ice, all with a gargantuan ice-breaker ships between them. The lake was freezing at a rate of five inches a minute. Brrrrrr! Not that cold here.
After all, Jesus is here in the tabernacle… The flames of His Heart warm all who come to Him, even this most insignificant of hermits. He’s very good and kind.