oHope smiles from the threshold of the year to come, whispering, ‘It will be happier.’
Alfred Lord Tennyson
One week done 51 to go.
Yup did all that. Gathered wood, fed cats, made kindling, gathered snow. The wood I was able to scrape up was only thin strips.
The snow was on the woodstove, I was out of breath again. My coffee kettle was almost ready. I had filled my thermos yesterday with hot water, that what is in the kettle.
Steam was already escaping, I would pour that into the thermos again. I still needed to find more wood before I would relax with a coffee.
I also had plans to carry up, fill, and start my Gen. Oh ya and clean up the spilled bag of corn chips and baking soda. I wasn’t sure if that was me or cats that made that mess.
It didn’t matter needed cleaning up.
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