I'm feeling quite sorry for myself today. I think I am also feeling my age, not that almost 53 is aged, but, I am having to come to terms with not being 25, 35, or even 45 any more or ever again. Damn it.
I am considering downsizing my bunny herd, especially after my recent fall, which was not my first down those steps. Then there were the nine staples in my head from an ill-conceived bunny chase, back in '04.
I haven't been in my studio since October, although every morning, I get up and tell myself, let's go card some angora!
It got up to 16º outside today, which I can cope with, but the wind has been bad and it always just sucks the warmth out of the house. (Should I just be happy not to have to bring in firewood and tend two wood stoves everyday? For not having to do that, I am pleased. Wood stoves are charming for about a week, then the hatred of ashes and the fear of chimney fires take over.)
Today, to relieve the furnace, I set the thermostat at 60º and brought the space heater into the living room. I cut up cardboard strips and stuffed them into the front door to quell the draft, and draped two shawls over the doorway leading to the kitchen.
Fugsley shat on the kitchen rug this morning, shortly after being outside.
I am cold and miserable and worry about finances. I look like an Eskimo in my layers of sweatpants and sweaters.
I feel overwhelmed, old, ugly, grumpy, tired and sad.
But, it's going to warm up by Monday, at least to above freezing, and so far the chickens and bunnies still live.
At least I'm not in Fargo, ND. Note the wind chill.