Hibernation…

Texas, or at least the Lucas part where I’m living at the moment, froze last night!  Look at the icicles hanging off the fountain!

Fountain

I don’t do well in cold weather.

Neither does hubs!

The house where we are living warms up quickly, when the heat’s on, and there aren’t any windows open or draughty doors…

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I am used to a cold house with concrete floors and high ceilings.  I enjoy adding sweaters and warm woolly socks and slippers; wrapping up in cosy blankets and sipping, creamy, brandied, hot chocolate.  But all of my winter wear is in storage waiting to be released to the light of day this weekend and there are only so many cups of hot beverages my bladder can take in a morning.

I bundle up in summer layers and am “making do” as my mother would say!

Looking quite chic for all the shabby.

This morning, after three hours of work on my memoir, I found myself battling sleep over my keyboard.

My bed is just behind me but I refused to succumb to slumber.

Instead I piled on some more summer layers, added two dress scarves and a light-as-a-feather down jacket and bumped into my room mate, whose house this is, in the long stone corridor of her Spanish Style Hacienda.

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“Are you cold?” she asked when we met.  She shivered from the outside chill where she’d just been.

“I’m off for a walk!”  I said by way of answer.  “I’m falling asleep at my desk…I think I must be experiencing the first signs of hibernation!”

Walk

And off I went!

Fabulous hair even if I do say so myself!

 

 

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