It was 10 degrees F this morning in the car port. The house was down to 55 degrees last night. I had all six cats on the bed. We had to make room for Loretta too. We are all managing. I try to keep the fire going at night, but I get home so late that there’s barely enough time to take the chill off. It is supposed to moderate later and dump a bunch of snow. I can’t say I’m looking forward to that either. I always find that this extreme cold just saps my energy. I was supposed to go to the Christmas party, but changed my mind. Somehow, it’s as though Jeffrey is still out at the trailer, fighting to warm it up for me when I come home. I know it’s not so and I’m glad he doesn’t have to deal with this, even though I miss him so. My mind is just working that way tonight and I won’t be any fun at any party. The dogs, as always, will be thrilled to see me.
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