That's the spirit, @4. It's 45° out there. Sure, it's sunny, but hypothermia is no joke. Indoors, aroma permeates the whole house, and I get to watch Howie Long tell Russell Wilson how proud his dad would be of him.
@5, yes, it's 45, but the idea is to keep it 68 in here, which means don't go tromping in in and out all afternoon tending a fire. Besides, if I go out to the grill, the birds all fly away from the feeder, and we're conducting an experiment to see if we can create the world's first ten-pound chickadee. I think we're about halfway there.
State bird of Massachusetts! I love their call.