The weather went from September to December in a week. Joanne and I were at opposite ends of the spectrum in temperature preferences. My comfort zone begins in mid-70s and goes up. Her’s began in the mid-70 and went down. We had about five degrees of mutual comfort zone.

    With the advent of cold weather I’m trying some re-framing. Instead of focusing on my discomfort I’m working to celebrate the antidotes to cold. The warmth of The Little House, warm clothes, a handsome quilt that the quilters at St. James made for me bring me pleasure. Focusing on them rather than the cold lifts my spirits. Obviously I really have nothing to complain about. At the OFH there’s even a heated garage.

Takk for alt,

Al

      The Little House with a mantle of snow from a previous year.