We're fighting off 20 degrees below zero here in the Wisconsin Nort'woods.
That involves some drinks, thick food and a nice fire.
I built a nice fire in the living room the other night and had a little cognac.
Sadly, I don't have a fireplace so that's become an issue with my landlord.
And, oh, I can't afford cognac for those who believed that. But I do have a handle of rotgut gin that serves multiple purposes. First, it gets me going. Second, you can run your car for a short time on the stuff but then the car suddenly veers off the road. Third, it will take paint off your car if you're remodeling the vehicle. On the downside, it will take paint off nearby cars, your home and you will lose all your fingernails.
Despite my stupid jokes, it's lovely to have a home where I can settle at the end of the day. I'm still unpacking and have yet to find my winter coat, so warm to me I rarely wear it until the temperature is below zero. I suspect I won't find that box until May.
But I can do some minimal cooking with what I've unpacked and now have a kitchen table instead of a lap to hold the plate. I'm picking over some old books I haven't seen in a couple of years, not unlike talking with old friends after years away.
Home is beautiful. Life is good. Now I'll upgrade the nightly cocktail to, say, turpentine?
Peace and home unto you my brothers and sisters.