I measured 2.5 inches on the porch floor, which isn’t very scientific and means at least seven inches in the past three days. That’s a lot for here. The mud is going to be epic, but I’m not going to worry about that now. The only thing besides chicken chores I have on my plate is a nooner over at D&L’s to feed and clean up after their horses while they’re in the big town about 50 miles away for a doctor appointment – assuming it doesn’t get cancelled on account of weather. The road to that town can get scary.
Also, it almost goes without saying that Landlady’s usual visit is off. The weather is supposed to go nowhere but worse from here and not lighten up until something like Wednesday. I’m almost glad the water tank is empty because that takes busted pipe worries off the plate.
I’m planning to comfortably ride this one out, as opposed to the tradition of shivering in my heavy coat for half a week. I like this brave new world of walls that decently hold heat and woodsheds with a winter’s worth of wood all neatly stacked. Got so warm in the main room I had to shuck my hoodie. Shirtsleeve temps in a mid-winter storm! The distant dream is reality!