Winter is here.
It arrived silently during the night, catching us all off guard. Yesterday was a little warm with a cool breeze - the kind that makes you want to sit outside in the sun in short sleeves and bask in the rays. The day before that was actually a little hot.
This morning, however - BRRRRRRR.
I ran (literally) from bed to take a hot shower, (after making sure Audrey's blanket was still covering her in her crib - she's a kicker!) and after a few minutes discovered the water pressure was way off. As in, barely on. Then, this city-girl-turned-country realized that DUH - we had yet to cover our well. We had talked about building a little house of sorts over it like you see people having....and we talked about it last July when we moved. When its 100+ degrees you tend to forget the urgency.
When it's 34 degrees and you're unable to ge the shampoo out of your hair, you remember quite vividly.
So that's hubby's project today. Find someone to insulte the pipes under the house and find a way to cover the well.
Welcome, winter. Welcome.
And oh, between my little-water shower, and the static from these fuzzy socks I thought would be warm with my boots, and the houndstooth jacket I'm wearing - this is what my hair looks like...