the jigsaw jazz and the get-fresh flow

It's getting downright chilly here, and even though we broke and turned the heat on a few weeks ago when it was frosting every night, the heat hasn't stayed on. In fact, I have been instructed to call ahead when coming home so that Other can run around and shut the windows. I'm not supposed to know that's what he's doing, but the stuff that's been blown off the table in front of the window and the frost on the mirror are a dead giveaway.