Back home with a change in plans. The weather was too cold to bring the boys skiing (-26 with wind chill), coupled with them having other engagements (wrestling practice). As such, I stayed downstate rather than driving them up and back as usual. Albeit not without challenges for me to be in that location (memories and a generalized discomfort), seeing my son and grandsons makes any emotional sequale just an inconvenience at worst. The Chicago traffic was light, as I left at 0430, but the road conditions from Madison to Wausau were awful-lots of black ice and blowing snow. Many tractor-trailers off the road.
The woodboiler successfully switched over to the propane furnace and my hydronic heat system worked well during the big chill. Got the boiler fired up, in addition to the pellet stove and the old farmhouse is comfy again. Maddy's two cats were there (but she was visiting her boyfriend in California) and Benny has decided (after one hiss) that he wants nothing to do with felines. :-)
I do not bemoan misfortune. To me there is no misfortune. I welcome whatever comes; I go out gladly to meet it. ~Muriel Strode (1875–1964), "Wind-Wafted Wild Flowers," in The Open Court, August 1903