It’s still cold.
It’s still snowing.
The little birds sitting on the back fence seem fairly content and well-fed, though.
I am more or less hibernating.
By “hibernating” I mean that I am wearing fuzzy sweaters when I can get Tessa to stop napping on them, drinking warm beverages, burying myself in research, and writing something that is not yet novel-shaped.
Now Tessa is sitting on the sweater that I’m currently wearing. Joy.
Even allowing for some fluffing of feathers in the cold, those birds really are about as rotund as they come.
I hope you’re enjoying your hibernation. I think you’ve found the best way of spending the winter.
Truly, I am surprised that they do not roll right off the fence.
I am enjoying it, when I can feel my toes. I hope you’re staying warm, too!