A Brisk Day
Waking to a brisk 9 above zero does not compare to the howling winds all night. The awning that runs north to south on the front of our home sounded as if it wanted to set sail at any hour of the night.
I slept until seven this morning and Dennis was already in the patio porch having his breakfast and coffee. When I looked out the bathroom window to the east . . . there was Snuggles laying on Dennis’ chest as the rocking chair went back and forth. The swirls from the garage chimney were doing their own bit of frolicking as the winds from the north blew them about.
I had no intention of going anywhere today. I knew by the time I had my coffee and breakfast the studio would be my next stop. I completed two projects for family and now I am all about digging around in my own stashes.
This afternoon Dennis came down into the studio with a roll of foam that we needed to make wider with some of my stash so as to fit snugly into the interior doorway of the black service door going into the patio porch from the patio. The doorway will then have plastic taped over it. It is, or I should say was, the only drafty spot in the patio porch. Who knew that Gorilla duck tape would be the only tape that we had on hand to stick to tape the two together. I only found that out by checking the computer. The U-Haul wide tape did squat.
I would be lost were it not for asking my trusty Dell computer in the studio advice. The HP in the living room would give the same good service if not for me having to run the steps.
It is going to be a chicken casserole for supper, helping to add a bit of extra warmth to the kitchen.
Tomorrow I have PT and an eye appointment in the forenoon. Get them done and retreat to home, though the talk is of warmer temps. As it is, I will need to dig out a winter coat and gloves. Thus far, I had been spoiled with a quilted vest.