Good morning. It’s cold.
Poptart is snoozing hard, she was wedged up against my feet for warmth until I gently betrayed her for a photo. It’s that kind of cold. Cold enough that the prison is keeping the dogs indoors today, so no training for me. A winter storm is on its way this weekend, which means the next few days will be about catching up and getting ready.
I’ll admit I’ve put a few things off. One week it’s seventy degrees, the next it’s thirty, and the nights have been hovering in the twenties. That kind of weather has a way of justifying procrastination, ya know, no immediate threat, making it feel reasonable to put off. Until now.
I’ll be heading out shortly to see if the guy I bought seasoned firewood from last time has any left. Ice is in the forecast, and if the power goes out, I’ll be burning more wood than usual. Thankfully, my brother gave me an excellent battery generator for Christmas - enough to keep the internet, TV, and fridge going for a few days. Small comforts, big relief.
Living on a well means a little extra planning, so I’ll be making sure the animals’ troughs are full and that I’ve got plenty of stored water set aside. I’ve also got a gas grill and a propane burner on the back porch, ready for cooking and boiling water for coffee - priorities clearly in order.
Later this evening, I’ll make a store run for some shelf-stable comfort foods, just in case. And before the weather moves in, I’ll drag the horse pasture. It’s been long overdue, and if we get snow instead of ice, it might even make for a prettier scene out here. Practical chores, but with an eye toward beauty. Yeah, that feels about right.
For now, it’s coffee, a quiet house, and one very warm Poptart who has reclaimed her blanket.
xo
-s
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