Matter of Perspective.

My feet are cold. My bed is warm, and if I didn't have things to do and a feeling of guilt, I might huddle under the covers for the next six weeks like this:


more animals
(Only UNDER the covers, and probably with both dogs and a cat or two.)

Winter is a limited time-engagement.
We've missed the flooding that happened in our area.
We aren't on fire in Australia.
I've got stuff to do, but I can throw some cupcakes in the oven and put on some coffee first.
And there's new TV tonight for me to knit during.