I stuck my head outside long enough today to leave by the back door to walk down the drive to see if the mail person had left one of Dennis’ prescriptions on the front step. Our front door is like a decoration. Once we have it closed for the winter, everyone who knows us also knows where our back door is. A zip lock freezer bag of chili worked out well for supper with a grill cheese sandwich to top it off. The cold temperatures don’t phase me much. If I need to wear more clothes . . . so be it. I have been fortunate as to not have had a cold thus far. Let’s hear it for the swig of Apple Cider Vinegar . . . with the Mother that I take every morning. This cold snap will pass.