January snow

It's the 8th of January. Snow is trickling down from the sky. There's a cozy fire going in our living room and I wonder what it must have been like for our founding fathers. I mean, when the fire dies in the night, our furnace kicks on. Not so for John Jay or George Washington. Did they huddle close to the fire? And I've got a canister full of cocoa mix. How often were they--or their children--able to sip a creamy HC in front of that cozy fire. Not to mention to poorer folk. But, of our founding fathers? I can picture any one of them in front of their fire with the Good Book . . . perhaps reading Philippians 4:8, which reads: "Finally, brethren, whatever things are true, whatever things are noble, whatever things are just, whatever things are pure, whatever things are lovely, whatever things are of good report, if there is any virtue and if there is anything praiseworthy--meditate on these things." Oh well. Back to my John Jay research.