Well, it's bothering me now. When did we move to Anchorage? Frickin' brr!
In other news, this morning I had a long, complex dream that was basically a sequel series to The Vicar of Dibley, which was pretty darn funny, actually. Called simply, "The Vic," there were about four episodes (I think there were others that I didn't "see," as well). The premise was that it was several years later and set in another, slightly larger village. Gerry was there, of course, being the titular vicar, but instead of being the parish priest, she was more or less just a resident of the village. David Horton was there as well, having mellowed considerably in the intervening time between series ... apparently some of his radical conversion to romanticism late in the original series had stuck after all.
There was an alternate character taking the place of Owen ... basically the same character with another name and a different actor (apparently the guy who played Owen in the original series wasn't available). I don't remember the character's name, but I do remember that he was a little more actively perverse than Owen. There was a running gag that he kept trying to peep on the vicar.
I don't remember any of the episode plots except for the very last one, which had David rekindling his earlier attempt to woo the vicar. This time, she was more receptive (ironic that my brain should come up with this, considering how artificial the whole David/Gerry romance seemed to me in the real series) ... but oddly, in this particular episode, the vicar had suddenly become noticeably older, with gray hair, deep wrinkles, and a generally grandmothery sort of air. In contrast to this, there was a romantic montage of "young David" and "young Gerry" romping around, apparently symbolically rejuvenated by love or something like that. The routine was pretty funny, since "young David" had this really fakey black wig to represent his lost hair. At one point, they were galloping along on horses and had to leap a creek, which Gerry cleared easily, but David's horse balked at. (It was a pretty funny visual joke ... it doesn't really carry across in text.) They then settled down to have a snuggly rendezvous in the woods, only to be interrupted by discovering the alternate Owen character lurking in the bushes and trying to watch.
It was at about this stage that I woke up, and lost large chunks of the dream. Only a tiny bit of it stayed in my head long enough to write down, alas.