The electric heat is turned off upstairs and the windows are all open just a crack to let in some fresh "air, air, air, for Lord's sake!" (in the words of Eloise's Nanny).
I'm spending the day gloriously alone just puttering around the house. The laundry is in the washing machine --- and I may even hang a thing or two on the line (and bring it back in later stiff as a board). I think I'll also shovel the snow off the back deck ... in anticipation of near(??) future blanket-covered, hatted 'n mittened coffee breaks. Short coffee breaks. YES. But ohhhhh! The joy that thought brings to my heart.
We have sprung forward, people.
|Spring Forward" by Mary Robertson |