A little snow overnight, turned to rain by 7 a.m. I heard the big wind start up around 1, pounding the house, Figured that cold front was sliding by.

Good sleeps lately, good sales, good homemaking. Writing, not so much. Now that we have a real stove it seems almost like a real home here at the Old Same Place. Hotplate & microwave don't really work, hearth-wise. Goddess has no place to hang.

Goldfish in the trough out back are slowing down some. I noticed when I fed them yesterday they'd grown a lot in the last couple of weeks. Ravenous, they are, packing it on for the Big Sleep. Amazes me how the troughwater can freeze but somewhere a little pocket of not-ice exists for the fishies to hunker down in 'til the thaw mid-Spring.

Pages to keyboard this morning, mending to finish and iron, books to wrap and mail. Quiet. Grimgray & chill. Winter's dipping a toe in.