Yup just one word. So cold that the hand-warmer thingys I had in my mittens couldn’t keep my fingers and thumbs from freezing.
However, Simon and I soldiered on for 1.5 hours before the cold headed us back. It’s unfortunate because it was a day when I was filled with energy and felt like I could climb a huge mountain.
No matter – the warming trend is on its way and we will head out again on Friday, this time for a much more epic adventure. Frozen fingers crossed it will work.
And having the time this afternoon allows me to bake bread and get work done.
I find that I am once again fighting a certain “downness.” This time, I refuse to allow it to get the better of me. I’m not interested in discovering the whys and wherefores. I am going on the assumption that it due to a return from a brief visit to the West Coast, where I feel much more at home.
Well – tough patooties. I’m here and I’m going to make the absolute most of it. I’m going to work every day, get out at every possible opportunity, work hard when I’m inside and just plain forge ahead with plans – and those plans include making this home beautiful. There’s still a lot to be done.
Meanwhile, I notice and appreciate the beauty around me and the loveliness of the snow I hike through.
And I truly appreciate the warm, cozy wood stove. I envy Abby, who curls up in front of the fire, resting her head right on the riser where the wood stove sits. Yes, I have thought of putting some cushions down there – but probably not a good idea – I can almost smell the singed hair (but it would feel awfully good for a short burst of time).