It is a dreary morning here on the shore of Lake Huron. It’s been snowing for a few hours now, and that shows no signs of stopping. Not a heavy snow, but enough to fill in my footprints after 20 minutes or so.
The wind completely died away sometime after midnight last night, and the most immediate result of that is that it has become uncomfortably warm inside the cabin. I’ve got two windows and the front door open and I’m still sweating through my tee shirt. Maybe I’ll take a dip in the lake. Ha!
It was wonderfully cold outside last night. Sounds strange, I know, but there is something about a northern cold that I really like. I know that I complained a few months ago that it had been relentlessly cold in Georgia last winter – and I meant that – but I guess because of the humidity the cold in Michigan or Vermont or Canada just feels different, and I like it. There was also a break in the cloud cover last night and I was able to catch a look at the night sky away from city lights. Beautiful.
I’ve been listening to podcasts this morning, but will probably take a walk in a little while. Might also shovel the sidewalk (I didn’t get to that yesterday), and will definitely bring in another load of wood. It’s warm in here now, but I know how fast this cabin will reach the twenties if I let the fire die.
Other than the walk, the wood, and the shoveling, I have no plans for today. Might be a day for reading or napping.