The wind continues to blow a gale for the third day now and it is wicked cold out. 50 degrees in the sun right now. I get mad at the wind but then I think well, that is the price you pay for living right on the water so get over yourself. It kind of makes you worry though. Branches fall on the roof, cold air blows through around the windows and outlets and waves pound on the shoreline (and what remains of my dock). I had an emergency delivery of propane yesterday because I am going through it so fast to try to heat the cottage and I can't get it above 60 degrees. I was craving cold and jeans and sweaters and fires in the fireplace and baby, I got my wish!
|I can't hear you . . . la la la la la|
Hey, if I can sew, I'm happy. Yay!
Ok, back to vacuuming up fleas and mouse poop. Such a glamorous life I lead . . .