Yesterday, I awoke feeling like myself again. When Gary asked how I was that morning, I replied, "Well that had to be the shortest-lived depression in history." 😐
Monday afternoon, I felt so forlorn, and after a good night's sleep (a norm for me) I couldn't think of anything too distressing or depressing.
I still dreamed or imagined that I had to accomplish some great thing, but soon came to my senses in that way, too.
Tuesday was bitterly cold; at least we had dealt with the heavy snowfall before that. And by "we" I mean Gary. He did most of the shovelling, and the ploughing with the tractor.
Our main heat in the house is wood, and it is a cozy warmth. We have back up electrical (baseboard) heaters.
The kennel building is hydronically heated with electricity. That means that there is water & antifreeze in the concrete floors, so "my shop" also stays a comfortable heat.
Gary's shop has an industrial unit for heat to keep the building above freezing at all times, plus a wood heater for extra warmth if he works out there in winter.
Generally, we cope easily with the extremes of cold, though we complain along with most others. The horse has shelter and a thick coat, and the chickens have an insulated palace coop.
I went to town to work at the other house for a few minutes. While in the library and the stores, I was greeted with friendliness, so I got over the feeling of Monday when I felt unseen and unloved. Who can explain these things? Not me.
Of course the friend that was almost overcome with enthusiasm at the sight of me? My pal Mo.
Mo and Wigz at home
The rest of the day featured pet care, mending clothes, making raspberry jam, and even more various and disparate jobs.
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