She's all excited about going out to sweep snow. Bully for her. It's windy and cold out there. I'm not looking forward to hauling wood or letting chickens out. But like the cats, I have a fur coat. It does help. Thank goodness no one is home to snap a photo of me in jammies and an ancient mink coat and pink boots carrying a watering can down to the barn. I'd have to post it if such a thing existed.
Fire was warm embers again, not quite enough to catch on its own. Another reason I pile up the wood in the evening is to avoid going out first thing. I'll need to scoop ashes tomorrow. They were pretty deep after having a fire all day yesterday. But like Scarlett, I'll think about that tomorrow.
Meanwhile, it's cold chickens (who were all alive last night) and a child who is resistant to school work this morning.
Update: It's 9 am and we've already had our first time out. Oh joy.