It is without doubt Fall-going-into-the-dark-side here in New Hampshire. The last two weeks have been miserable. Black, cold, rainy, and ridiculously damp. It’s the kind of dampness that soaks into your bones, all pervasive. And when you live in a house where you can see the curtains move from the cold wind blowing through cracks you know you are doomed.
Well that’s it, I told Marc, looks like I won’t be warm again until next June.
But that’s why polar fleece, electric blankets, and Hot Toddies were invented. I’ll survive. In just a few months, I’ll be back at the pool with the kids – complaining no doubt about the heat. It’s the way it is. It’s what comes with living in the New Hampshire territory. Continue reading