The past two days have been rough.....body and mind rough.  I didn't like myself but couldn't get away from myself.  Where ever I went, there I was.  I blamed the barometric pressure, the gloomy dreary dark sky.  This morning after my yoga class one of the ladies recognized my mood and asked if she could hug me.  That I needed badly.  Hugs.  Badly needed.  On the way home it hit me.  I'm approaching January 21, the second year anniversary of Cliff's death.  

Temperature was in the forties all through the night.  Just right for sleeping.  Forty-five when I got up to start my day but quickly dropping into the twenties and very windy with snow showers.  I bundled up to fill the bird feeder and make sure the suet was filled.  I thought I saw a head peeking out of the bluebird house down by the garden.  As I walked closer I noticed the birdhouse hole had been chewed larger.  Squirrel saw me approaching and jumped out.  It had taken over the nice warm nest that a titmouse built in the spring.  Then I checked the second house but nothing had settled into that old used nest.  This spring I'll replace the old houses with new ones.  

Matthew, Taelor and children still had power in KY when I texted late morning.  Lauria, Jim and children also had power in VA.  Will check again later this afternoon.  

I need a pumpkin pie.  Going to clean up my lunch dishes and make a warming comforting pie.