It’s cold. I mean, as cold as it’s been all winter kind of cold. Like springtime in Michigan kind of cold. Brr. And our stick-built home is so old, most of our heat is disappearing into thin air. Because it’s cold in this house.
And lonely . . .
No, it’s too cold to be lonely. Today’s about survival, baby. Well, survival and Zelda. And working, taking care of babies, and blah, blah, blah. But for sure, survival. (And Zelda.)
Wherever you are, brethren and sistren, keep warm.