The wind always makes the house feel colder, but the wood stove was going good and strong when I got up this morning.
I abandoned all chores (aside from animals) and retreated to my room to write yesterday. I started out pretty well, but found myself wandering to the kitchen desk, and fiddling around on the internet.
"Mom?! What are you doing? Get back in your room and write something," said Oldest Daughter.
"I will, I just have to find something."
