So, we’ve got ourselves another brush with Winter’s chilly fingers. And the furnace isn’t working quite right. Meaning I’m cold.
I will never be one of those old foggies who goes on and on about how when I was a kid I walked uphill to school both ways. But I did. I had a hill between me and my school. Had to go up, then down, both ways. And it wasn’t a small hill, let me tell you. Especially using short, stumpy legs.
In spring/fall, this was all well and good. But in winter, oh, in winter, it got cold. So very, very cold.
All in all, I shouldn’t complain. I watched the blowing snow outside my window. I could be outside in the cold. In the snow.
I almost envy the Dachsunds now… Fur coat and all…