He's about 3 feet away from the woodstove, which is cooking me like a cheap steak.
Hang on while I go over to the thermometer and see what the temperature is in here...
... OK, I'm back.
It's 88 degrees Fahrenheit.
I don't know what that is in Celsius because the thermometer only has F.
Wait, I do know what 88 degrees F is.
It's FREAKIN' HOT.
And it's what, down to about zero degrees F outside?
Inside, it's the ever-loving Bahamas.
I took this photo of the Muskoka River outside, where winter lives.