The sign at the bank at the turn to the hospital on Sawyer said it was 14? this morning  sometime between 6:15 and 6:30. It was cold enough that frost formed inside the little green car and on the rearview mirror. (When I was a little girl, my ears heard “review” mirror, as in review where you have been. Made sense then. Heck, it makes sense now . . . unless you are backing up – so never mind.) Back home, I decided it as time to have a fire because it was . . . yes, cold. Wood outside on a pile is very cold, too, especially if you are not wearing gloves.

Now, at 8:21 am, I am sitting in front of said fire, but with shoes on. I think shoes, especially heavy ones that have been out in the cold, can get in the way of fully enjoying a fire. Actually, it’s a bit like having cement “L’s” on your feet.
CLUNK  …….     CLUNK. That would be the sound of my shoes dropping to the floor if it were not carpeted. As it is, the sound is more of a THUNK. Freed from being encased in what felt like solid blocks of concrete, my toes stretch out toward the heat. Ahhhhh. Yes.

Oh, we need more wood . . . Should have thought of that before “thunking”. *

* to thunk: to let one’s shoes fall from feet to a carpeted floor; past tense of to think in some circles.

WAIT!! The word sun* was in the title of this post, so, yes, sun is predicted for a good part of the day.

* sun: object in sky rarely seen this winter in Northern Indiana.