Ok Im gonna complain here. I know we are supposed to keep busy. And busy we are. The weather is making us work hard at what we already work hard at. The fuel line to the house froze. The compressor on the tractor trailer that butters our bread froze. The pipes burst in the shop. The cats are in the basement for the first time ever. Outside cat means outside cat here at Etham farm. But not today or tomorrow. Or yesterday for that matter. The water is shut probably for the rest of the winter in the outbuildings. We are carrying water up the mountain. Somedays its a hill. Today its our mountain for sure. I am wearing corduroy pants for long johns and I have snow pants on in the house. Thank you Heather for this tip from your bungalowed childhood : )  My toes are so cold they curled up....OW   Im standing on a heating pad. I cant help thinking not to very long ago...........the water had to be fetched. The animals were all outside animals, and they were for eating. Pipes? what are pipes haha  I think you play music on them. And snow pants, dont make me laugh....woman didnt wear pants, snow or otherwise. I think heating pads were rocks heated on the fire. Oh I am SO thankful for the woodstove today. So thats my rant. Bring on the cold......Ive got ice in my veins or at least my brain. OH and everyone I meet is all tired or sick or too cold to think so Im thinking Florida for retirement and not so much about Maine : )