Tuesday, December 2, 2014

Compared to yesterday, today is downright arctic.  It was zero earlier and now the temps have dropped to -4...with a wind.  Brrrrrrrrr.  Which means that if I decide to give up on my writing and go for a walk I will have to dress for it.  That part is good in one way (meaning that I actually have clothes that I can use to keep warm which is better than those who do not have the option) and bad in another...(dressing in thick layers means I feel like the stay puff marshmallow man). 

I'm torn between wanting to go out and kill some birds, or laughing uncontrollably at them.  Right now they are standing outside in front of the Wookie Cave, facing the wall, and hollering like four Banshees.  WTF?  Do they see their shadows?  Are they trying to convince me to open up the wall so they can come in?  Or do they have a death wish?  It is maddening and funny all at the same time.  We have a brick box with a light bulb in it in their coop.  The box stays warm and seems to do a not bad job keeping the coop warm, but the assholes don't like being in the coop for too long because they end up hating each other.  But they also don't seem to like being very cold.  A conundrum for sure.  It wouldn't be bad if they were so noisy sometimes. 

Okay...nuff said...back to thinking and writing and thinking some more. 

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