The Big Chill

Alright, alright, I'm in with the bean milkers! It took a few tries and error messages, but I really enjoyed the new zodiac mythology post and look forward to my first foray into the blogosphere.
Here too (a little farther down Sandgate Road) the simple life can be strenuous. It was a triumph to keep the woodstove going through the night, but the uninsulated floor means it's warm above the kitchen table but freezing below the knees! Birds abound at the feeder, which is better than television to Suki, our Siamese. It's mostly starlings, chickadees and nuthatches with occasional cardinals and blue jays. It's interesting which wait their turn and which just knock seed to the ground to hoard to themselves. There have been a few midair disputes as to the pecking order!
As to snow shoeing, I felt impervious to the cold yesterday between the Neos boots and the rigors of climbing through the woods. The beauty of this creme brule landscape still thrills. We need short doses of fresh air no matter how frigid between the tasks of taxes and accounting for last year (which in turn makes me want to dig a secret snow cave and wake up in the spring).
So where's this January thaw we only have eight days left to claim?