This evening, after a very long and busy day (up before 7am, still working at 10pm), I didn't think I could submit poetry to another journal and make two blog entries. But I was only kidding myself.
It's cold in the room where I write these entries, because the floor is the least insulated in the house, and the draft comes right up. (My fingers are stiff with the chill.) But I've put away the space heaters, and it's not cold enough otherwise to justify starting the wood stove. Maybe tomorrow.
For now, I shall write a little longer, read a little longer, and be ever so grateful for a roof over my head and a bed with many blankets!
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