The center cannot hold
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
And the dog is on the table.
Apologies to W.B. Yeats
Ian brought us some much-needed rain and cooler temperatures. We've had two days of this socked-in weather and are so happy to have been spared the bad effects of the storm.
I lay in bed Sunday morning, warm under the covers, putting off getting up into the cooler-than-I really-like-it house, and reminded myself that throughout history, untold numbers of people have spent much of their lives never being warm enough. And sleeping on dirt floors. So, I got up and dressed in layers.
It was only a few days ago that we closed all the windows. And on Saturday night, we had the first fire of the season. Before long, I'll find myself making pumpkin bread.