Ahhhh. Will I make oatmeal or farina for the equines in addition to their regular breakfast? Of course they'll get a couple of litres of warm chamomile tea with honey. They love the stuff. Yes, they are blanketed, and the heater on the house side of the wall between us is turned on, full blast.
I was out in it for a while. Not long, and I just stepped off the front verandah. It's so quiet, so peaceful, as my breath was steam in the cold air. I loved it, considering I could escape it any second I chose. To be stuck in it involuntarily would have been a nightmare, however. And so many are. Sad.
I haven't decided yet, but I will be going away for perhaps a couple of days, or perhaps for good some time allegedly between April 27, and April 29, unless something critical comes up that coerces me to change me mind (How likely is that?). Or I suppose I could time-trip back to the moment I left, but I don't know if I want to do that. Provided I have the will power to come back, considering it doesn't seem necessary. I'd like to know why in the name of every deity in the Pantheons I originally wanted 18 months when it wasn't going to take that long.
One of us knew. One of us knew everything, but he wasn't telling me anything. The only thing he did tell me, was not to worry my pretty little head about it.
Bastard! I wouldn't have 'im any other way, though.
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