It’s cold. I have two blankets and some cardboard hung over the entrance to the backroom, which used to be a porch, many, many years ago. I keep the dog and cat food out there as well as water…which was partially frozen tonight when I went to take in a bottle.
It’s 15 degrees outside, and the snow sparkles with ice crystals, the road glistening like shards of glass. Breath freezes, blood cools, the snow squeaks in protest under foot. A night to be indoors.