Day five point five.

I don't care who you are, -27 is cold. I worked up a nice sweat while a-choppin', then went for a stroll down the bank and onto the lake, where the wind is just fierce. Some pictures:



That black speck buried to his shoulders is the dog.






I've now got a wood bin of much slower-burning oak, and convenient little burrows through the snow to all the outside destinations I'll need, so I should be set for the day. I was trying to get a picture of the crow who has been following me around outside, probably waiting for me to die so it can peck at my carcass. It took a few swoops at the dog, who, between having to walk through chest-deep snow and some crazy-ass bird attacking him, didn't know quite what to do. Time to start putting some soup together.