Burning milk

The smoke alarm just went off for a little while after I completely forgot about the milk I was heating up on the stove for some hot chocolate. The smoke detector is all the way down the hall from the kitchen. So that gives you an idea of how long this thing was smoking--the milk had boiled over, covering the entire pot, and then in all places it had burnt onto the pan, including leaving this ridiculous thin black sheet at the top of the pan stretching across it, covering perhaps 50% of the area of the pot opening. Impressive. But now I need to buy Caroline a new pot.

Also, it's getting cold in here. The open windows and fans don't seem to be ventilating the apartment as quickly as one might think.