I'm sitting at my computer, using my phone as a hotspot (which is intermittent, I'm finding out), listening to the rain on the roof.
When I lived in Walton, I lived in a 14 x 60 trailer. It had a "real" shingle roof and wood siding (not a good thing where you get 100" of rain a year). My new place is a 14 x 70 trailer, which is all metal. It's interesting the difference in the snow, ice and rain sounds.
We're (the dogs and I) all toasty - the woodstove is burbling happily away.
I was warm last night in bed - my real bed is still in storage, so I'm sleeping on my "spare" bed - a queen, double-height air mattress. The first night I slept here, the single sleeping bag between the bottom sheet and the mattress wasn't enough to keep me warm (the air in the mattress is cold!). So I retrieved my 2nd sleeping bag, which did the trick. I was cozy and slept very well.
Moving a bit at a time has its merits and detractions. Until all my stuff is here, I won't feel completely settled. However, not having to push it right now (recovering from bronchitis) is a blessing.