It’s now one degree Fahrenheit. I will pull on L.L. Bean moosehide moccasins, a jacket, gloves, and a wool cowboy hat and shuffle across the squeaking snow to build up the fire in the studio next door. Yes, I can do this without socks. Some nights I even wear a pair of Crocs, just to add to the adventure. (They work fine so long as you stay out of the drifts.)
It’s so cold outside now, it pinches my nostrils shut. We have just enough firewood to last through Christmas, so it’s time to call my wood guy.
Tomorrow will be four seconds longer than today. The warm-up is going to take a while.
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