[Early this morning at Little Cabin In the Woods -- before I put on my socks.]
It’s hard to work in the Airstream now. I dress like an onion, bundled up in endless layers (wool, down, silk long johns). I can’t manage to keep my hands warm as I work and I shiver all my calories away. I eat constantly and seem to continually have two cups of tea on the go throughout the day. The thick timber around our little clearing casts broad shadows and blocks the few hours of direct sun we receive on either side of noon. We store our bag of ice out on the cabin deck. It doesn’t melt. We leave the kitchen faucet trickling when we go to bed so the pipes don’t freeze in the night. I bet this is such a lonesome, dark, cold place in the winter months.
RW took a late season work detail starting tomorrow morning and he’ll be away for a week. I don’t know how I’m going to stay warm at night! I’ll have to invite all the beasts into bed with me. What a wild rumpus that will be.