Phooey!

That bright sunrise and blue sky yesterday didn't last long.  Nature pulled one of her quick-change tricks.  In the time it took me to dress and get going on chores, the sky was grey, a light mist was falling, and it was bloody cold.  Phooey.  I'd bought a new pair of double fleece gloves, but can't wear them while washing udders or milking and so had to apologize to the girls for frosty fingers to start their day.

I've learned from experience not to leave the room until the wood stove gets up to temperature and the top vent is closed lest a chimney fire occur.  Therefore, I don't light the logs until after chores and can spend a little time in the living room.  "Gaslight" with Ingrid Bergman, Charles Boyer, and Joseph Cotten was just starting.  It's a movie I've seen more than thirty times and never tire of watching again.  Nominated for seven Academy Awards and winning four, it's an exercise in perfection.  Nineteen-year-old Angela Lansbury made her American film debut in "Gaslight."  Needless to say, the room was warm by the time the movie was over.

The sun made a few brief appearances during the afternoon, but sundown was again overcast and cold.  Phooey.