Day four.

It's getting quite nasty out there. The wind is coming in strong from the north, bringing with it, so the forecast says, a whole lot of snow. I can reasonably expect about another foot of snow within the next day, and I'll likely be snowed in, a phrase that is quite different here than in Colorado, where "snowed in" means more that there were two or three inches of snow and they cancelled all the schools because the city can't afford to send snowplows out. "Snowed in" is a bit more literal here. But I've got plenty of firewood, plenty of food, water enough and, since I hung my wireless card from the light fixture, sudden and nonstop broadband. I'm set.

I don't have a whole lot to report, other than I wrote my butt off yesterday, getting on a roll and spending until about 4 AM immersed in my little novel's world. I ate leftovers all day yesterday, since I have to get through that mountain of rice sometime, and watched a bit of Wonderfalls in the afternoon. I've developed a nice little routine here: wake up, build the fire and bring in wood, post the blog, make a little something to eat, work for a while, take a little walk, come back, work a little more, watch a little DVD, take a nap, wake up, and work until late. It's been pretty successful as far as routines go, so I'm happy to stick with it.

I've also started collecting snow for water, which sort of fun: I go out with my big five-gallon bucket in which I used to make wine, fill it with snow, let the snow melt into the tablespoon or so of water I get from five gallons of snow, then do it again, and again, and again.

It's really coming down now, and the temperatures are supposed to plummet, getting deep into the negatives by tonight. Wish me happy blizzard.

(Oh, and this is one of my bluejays. His name is They Might Be Giants. He's the fattest one.)