36 F this morning. It was sposed to freeze according to the weather lady, but it didn’t. (Makes me wonder about predictions of global warming if we can’t get the next 24 hours right.) Anyway, I don’t care if it freezes. Winter is when I always seem to get a good handle on the next novel. (Fallen, a cold case, missing person mystery. Yeah, I know. There are other novels titled Fallen, but you can’t copy-rite book titles, and this one is truly linked to the story.)
I think we are ready for winter. Our woodpile is stashed safely in the greenhouse to keep it dry, along with about a hundred extra presto logs. We always keep a few gallons of water stashed in the pantry and in the garage, along with a month or two of extra food and toothpaste. Our list of necessaries includes extra gas for the generator, batteries for our two camp lights…and extra meds. (I’m on one of those auto-refill programs…which means I gain an extra week on the meds every month. Pretty soon I won’t need the drug store at all.)
I’m convinced Winter will arrive this coming Friday. Pretty sure. Friday is close to December 1. It’s our snowy month. Sometimes. Got my down jacket ready when it does.
Wish we could share a cup of coffee and talk about the old times…or the new.