Again we stayed well below freezing today. Nevertheless, I felt toasty warm all day long. First of all, Ed and I accomplished a lot in terms of emptying some spaces in the farmhouse -- so much so that he told me, in an effort to show his appreciation for my efforts, to please put out the jigsaw puzzle again, even if it is a bit of clutter. I managed to slide in a comment about how much my efforts to finish the sky had been disrupted and thus I haven't the motivation to work on it again, but if I wanted to punch, it was a futile effort -- we were both in such good moods that any attempted sarcasm was bound to fail.
The morning walk to feed these guys.
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Breakfast.
The other reason for feeling warm was that we have now allowed our blood to adjust to winter. We took a walk by lakes that were freezing over rapidly...
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... and we were okay with the frosty air and cold wind. Indeed, I considered it to be a comfortably pleasant excursion. Hardly the bone chilling outing that would have made me shiver and shudder just a few weeks back.
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Of course, this holiday/winter ritual (see below) also contributed to inner warmth. Try it! A warm beverage and a cookie, in front of your tree, if you have a tree. Heaven. Really, heaven.
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Wait, who is that playing with the ornaments?! Dance! No! (Do cats listen to commands? They do not.)
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