We had a hard freeze last night, and the garage where my long arm is located, was a balmy 37 degrees. The garage reached heat wave status this afternoon at 42 degrees when the heater had been on for five hours. In reality, I'm pretty warm. I'm just like a little kid that needs to pee after I put on my snow bib, boots, and jacket. I wear my fingerless mittens, and I'm good to go for a couple of hours at a time.
The morning was absolutely beautiful! Crystal blue sky, and crisp mountain air.
When Mr. Joe heads out for firewood, I'm going to tie a rope around his waist just like Laura Ingalls Wilder did for her Pa. We have a ton of fire wood on the front porch, so we should be good to go for a few days.
If you don't hear from me for a couple of days, I'm by the fire with my hot toddy and a good book. We will have to dig our way out, and get to our vaccine appointment late Friday afternoon. I pray the snow plows will be swarming the neighborhood.