Yes, I'm griping. We haven't seen the sun except for fits and starts for nearly a week now. The house is so cold, our 'room temperature' red wine is as chilled as the white in the fridge. Allie is wearing a fleece vest inside the house while sitting next to the wood stove. I sport a wool sweater and flannel-lined pants.
Yet there are people who love this time of year. I can't say I do, except there are no bugs or humidity. That and animal droppings freeze solid and stepping on them while working in the barn is no big deal.
Only 97 days to go!
Steve
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