With last week's winter solstice, we made the official change to the season of winter. But this has been an abnormally cold December all along, and I've been looking forward to reveling in the warmth of a roaring fire in the kitchen fireplace. That first burning of the season occurred Friday morning (Fire No. 94), when we were plagued by a gross grey chill and an ongoing threat of rain to make it even more miserable. I started that day with an aggressive 3-mile downtown hustle so that it could be accomplished before we got any precipitation. I even managed to work up a good sweat underneath all the layers I'd donned.
Outside it barely tapped 40°F before slipping back into the upper 30s for the duration. It was a good day to be mostly inside and near the soothing heat, since that night was a gathering of the fellas for a fine meal and hanging out. More on that in tomorrow's blog post.
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