The carriage barn

  December 8, 2008 – Cold, sunny. It is bitter. I had to dip my hands in the paraffin wax tub (the fingers that got frostbitten during my first winter here) before I could type. I love the crisp cool light of the winter, it is good writing weather. I am getting excited about my next book, and am happy to be in my office, looking out at the carriage barn and the light hitting is roof. Rose is dozing at my feet, Lenore is snoring behind me on her big fancy dog fed, and Izzy is curled up in a patch of sunlight sleeping and dreaming. I have lucky dogs, and am lucky to have them. Lucky dogs.