The Verdict is In
The good old fashioned head cold has its grip on me. I thought I was better than that. Humbling to say the least.
Sitting in my chair covered with an afghan, looking out the west windows, I don’t have any problem counting cars versus trucks. That is . . . until my eyelids have no power and drop much like the last vestige of the ice icicles from the warming sun on the window awning. Clunk!
Notice was taken that even the train whistles sound happier now that the freezing temperatures are not stifling them. Everything is aware that spring is within 20 plus days from now.
Our chilly basement is off limits for a few days. The south facing windows of our first floor have enough sunshine that can stream in, thus causing the furnace not to run as often as it did in the weeks past. We do have an open register in the basement, but not to the point of it feeling like anything other than a basement. Our heating bill came for the month via an email. I was leery of opening it. Surprise! It was $30.00 more than last month. I was sure with all the north cold winds it would have been more considering that heating the patio porch is much like heating an additional cabin. Dennis did blow snow up onto the service door of the patio porch . . . almost five feet tall of snow in that area. It is needing some repair this spring as the weather stripping is nil. Taking a chance on how the thawing would go in relationship to the cold coming through . . . Dennis felt it was worth it. Regardless what the heating bill would have been, the patio porch is an intracule portion of our living area. Dennis and the three kitties would be on the first flight to Florida come December 1st.
Tomorrow is a new day and as long as I am able to get a good night’s rest, the head cold doesn’t have a chance of hanging around for too long. The extra TLC from my ole cowboy hasn’t hurt any either.