My feet are very very cold. I very definitely need boots that don’t leak snow into them as of right now.
Dogs are still trying to make friends with my cats. Ian, his cousin and I moved all of the stuff from the U-haul into the basement, where it lies in a hopeless disarray until tomorrow, when I will use my energy of boredom to reorganize everything downstairs into some semblance of normalcy.
My hands are also freezing. If I feel ambitious I might start a fire downstairs and warm myself up… I don’t think I’ve felt warm all day.
Or maybe I’ll just wrap my hands around a nice huge cup of tea. And phone my mom in a few hours to say hi. And think about what to make myself for dinner… there must be some instant meal in the freezer somewhere.
Cassie & Chestnut (the dogs) are following me everywhere. I just let them out for a bit in the yard to run around. My cats (Dayle & Sera) have made the room I’m sleeping in their home base, and are going on forays into the unknown from there. Last time I saw Ketzel (cat), he was lying around downstairs watching us unload. Twig and Macbeth (cats) were sleeping on the hot tub cover until we started unloading, then they disappeared. No idea where Scrunt (cat) went, either. I swear it’ll be a pet version of Days of our Lives in this place soon…