It was cold and raw and raining an entire zoo outside last night .
Went to sleep at a reasonable hour , happy to finally be huddled under the covers. Couldn’t sleep but at least I was warm.
Woke up to a warmer day and the most amazing fog.
Thankfully the roof held but I know of one that didn’t and I’m worried about the one at work. Squirrels got in a couple of weeks ago. There’s a temporary patch but I’m not sure how tight it is. Keep your fingers crossed.
Yesterday I baked and made a roast for dinner just so I could have the oven on for a couple of hours to take the bitter chill off the house. I got it up a whole ‘nother four degrees. Such luxury.
I shut the heat off a couple of weeks ago and refuse to turn it back on. The bill is already high enough.
They all are.
Just keep swimming, swimming, swimming.
I’m old enough now to recognize that the weather has gotten rather wonky. I’ve gardened all my life and the zone has changed three times even though I’m still working the same patch of ground. Can that sort of rapid shift really be normal?
What are the rats supposed to do when the ship starts to sink?
Can they, we, really patch the whole and get things running smoothly again?
Can we reach that sort of consensus? Agree on the work that needs to be done and then actually do it?
Can we all play nice in the sandbox?
Are we just fiddling while Rome burns?
Or are we the bedbugs in the cracks of the mattresses on the seaman’s bunks, figuring we’ll come through no matter what?
Global weirding is upon us.
Damn the city is pretty in the fog.
A bit of mood music to accompany this drizzly day?
Great stuff for driving in the rain.
