Pain, despair, and freezing agony

It's cold.
It's cold outside, colder in the house, coldest in the kitchen, frigid on the back porch (we moved the Guinea pigs to my room so they won't become Pigsicles), and the thermometer says it's 40 degrees.
There's still snow because the weatherman said it was going to stop snowing... some time day before yesterday. But it didn't. It snowed until really early this morning. You'd think there would be fifty feet of snow and we'd be making little igloos, but all there is is about one inch.
Tomorrow I think I won't get out of bed.