Storm passed sometime late yesterday. It wasn’t much of a storm but there was lots of wind and the outdoor temp never got above freezing. Not even Rhode Island Reds wanted out in it. Then of course the clouds cleared at dusk and it got cold.
Not record cold, not by 30 degrees, but plenty cold. Low teens at the pickup, probably single digits in the open. Cold enough that the snow squeaks and pops under your boots, and your nostrils freeze.
In Michigan I thought nothing of nights like that except how much of a hassle it would be to scrape off the windshield. The only thing that changed was that I might pop out to the driveway to let the car warm up while I brewed a second cup. Say what you will about Michigan, people have been living through winters there for a long time and they know how to build houses. Your gas bills go up in winter, but your toes won’t turn black.
Hope you possess those construction skills when you build your own place out away from the grid. I did not. It took a long time to get here, with many a false step and many a cold night along the way. And I don’t promise there will ever come a time when I grow so blasé about the Secret Lair’s incremental improvements that I don’t get almost misty-eyed about them on mornings like this.
Slept like a baby.