Brrrrr. Friday it is. I stopped by school to spend some of lunch with E. Then I went for a 4 mile walk. There's a brisk wind out of that nasty north/northwest and it can't be much above 32F. I had the sense today to put on my Wintersilks, though they tend to be full of static. I layered up, all the way to my down vest, added my lovely Harrod's forest green felt hat and a warm silk scarf. It definitely wasn't enough. I'm still very cold after coffee and soup and hot rolls. I should have worn the heirloom mink coat instead. It doesn't get out much in Virginia weather. Mostly to walk the dog. Hmmm, maybe to let the chickens out? Now there's a thought.
So while I'm feeling virtuous, I'm also still feeling cold. A fire is called for. hear, hear. Oh. No one else around to build one for me. sigh. Grumble, grumble. Guess I'll just have to do it myself like I do everything else around here....
PS No one, and I mean no one, other than myself was silly enough to be walking the trail today. But the llamas looked happy.