OK, so 58 degrees F is NOT really that cold. In February, I’d think it was warm! But to mid-September me, still clad in shorts ‘n’ tank tops, it feels decidedly chilly .
Yes I sat on the outside porch, the “sun porch”, reading for a while after I finished my bike ride (during which the cold breeze was kinda ….insistent, but not too unpleasant, given the exertion involved.)
But now I’ve given in! I’m lying on the hearth In front of a live fire!
This is MY spot. When we have guests, I secretly hate anyone who usurps it. I am Hestia here.
O Ratty, do you think they’re gonna take fire away from us? Our first invention as humans? The sine qua non, really, of our species’ exodus out of Africa?
I reckon as you get old and face death, one of your major consolations must be that you wouldn’t really wanna live in the nascent world anyway.