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Brrrrrr!

I didn’t actually look, but it felt as though there were icicles hanging off the end of my nose this morning. I didn’t bank the wood stove very well before bed last night and the fire went out. Sooo...the house was mighty frosty when I opened my eyes and Abbie cat was half under the covers and curled into a tight ball. She declined to move an inch out of bed while I headed down to get a fire going. She’ll wait until it’s toasty down here, thank you very much. This is one of those mornings when the wood just doesn’t want to catch. It’s seasoned and dry, but it’s still struggling. At the rate it’s going, it’ll be noon before the house is toasty again. Meanwhile, I’m padding around the house dressed for the north pole.

Well, I’m not going to complain about the cold weather. I did ask for it. Under the circumstances, I’d probably better shut up about snow.

Today, I’m baking some nice fresh wheat bread. The urge hit me a couple of days ago. When I went grocery shopping last night, I bought the flour and a jar of yeast. Can’t wait until it’s done. Fresh bread, some homemade strawberry jam, and a fresh pot of coffee when the time comes. Want some?

Posted on 02/07/07 at 07:18 AM
 




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