The windows were open all afternoon again today, but it didn't warm the house up very much. For some reason this house likes to hold on to the chill in winter, even when a day gets into the low seventies. The house must have the thermal equivalent of a tapeworm. I napped for a while, wrapped in a blanket, then (fortunately) woke up a good hour before sunset.
The sunset itself was not especially interesting, the sky being clear, but the dusk was quite nice with its purple shadows and cerulean sky. I might dream about it next time I sleep, though that probably won't be for a few hours yet. Right now I'm going to go out and take another look at the moonlight, and another sniff of the pine-scented air. Oh, and fetch the mail I totally forgot about today. I blame the mild weather. It makes me lose focus.
