I keep telling Blogger this, but it simply won't take my word for it.
I am cold though, and if you enjoy life here in the Great Northeast, no doubt you are too.
Not a good night for sleeping, as the house was just plain cold. We finally closed off my portal on the night sky...the window on the stair landing...with plastic yesterday. I will forego Orion and the passing moon for a little bit less of a draft.
Heck, let's be honest, Yesterday that draft would have made a four-master strike her sails in terror.
However, as I read the long range forecast I see that after a few more frigid ones we are returning to more bearable winter weather. From nine below, thirty degrees looks real good.
And meanwhile, as I go to sleep at night I remember white beaches and silver sands and skies full of birds that I am still looking up.
|Muscovy Duck..I believe you can count these in Florida under some circumstances|