I am preparing for winter.
Digging out the flannel sheets and heavy blankets. Finding our sweaters and our sweatshirts.
Hauling logs up to the garage to prepare for cozy winter fires.
Do not be confused by this:
It is a dry cold here. A very, very dry cold.
And to us thin-blooded, Arizona arctic tundra dwellers this is cold temps indeed.
Even with heavy mittens it is difficult to type this because of the shivering.
When the Red Cross knocks on your door for emergency donations to help us through this cold spell, please give generously.
We accept all electric blankets, long johns and bottles of spiced rum gratefully.
I would sigh, but my teeth are chattering too hard.
I know I have been absent from e-mails and blogs all weeks and late finishing up reading AT's. Keep your fingers crossed that Mr. Jenny's computer is actually fixed tomorrow so that I can get access to mine for more than 12 seconds each day! And thanks for your patience with me!