I'm starting to look seriously at my basement and garage. I can stand next to the cracked open door with the cigarette mostly out for that long. But I'm starting to look at my garage as a safe pipe tobacco space for the coming Mid-Atlantic winter. Or tossing stool over where the workshop will be in the basement.
I had to look mid-Atlantic up. I figured you were in a lighthouse in the middle of the ocean half way to England. I guess us Canucks, or at least this one, refer to this as the Eastern Seaboard.