Between decorating decisions, connecting with family, doom-scrolling eye-popping headlines, and temperatures that make you seriously question past life choices, this month’s update qualifies as a modest triumph: I’m here, the house still exists, and progress—while slow—is real. A major shout-out to Dan the Man , who has once again earned the nickname Dad. At this point it feels less like a nickname and more like an inherited title. Just for fun: What do you call a dad with three children? (drum roll please .....) Outnumbered (Ka-boom!) I haven’t posted much because it’s been that kind of quiet—the kind caused by weather so cold it shuts down both construction and conversation. We’ve had a brutal cold snap, ridiculous snow, and evening temperatures hovering below 0°F for much of the last two weeks. Very cold indeed. ICE'd out, too. Or, as a 17th-century Yorkshire expression puts it: colder than a witch’s teat . A phrase best left unexplored in poli...