It's icy outside now – Ruth slipped getting into the house (she's alright). I'm in bed, finally laid low by a cold I've been incubating for a week.
The best place to be, I would say. The forecast is for freezing rain and a 'wintry mix', that lovely catch-all term for ice, slush and snow.
So I'm working my way through my 'Café del Mar' CD collection at a nice low volume. Chill-out music for a chilly day and a cold-filled head. Perfect.