It feels like the dead of winter and it’s only the 8th of December. All that melting snow did nothing more than add a bunch of humidity to the air and it’s bloody awful with the north wind. There’s a “Chill-ya-to-the-bone” nip in the air. It makes you bundle up more whenever you’re outside. Ugh!
I think it’s a fried chicken and mashed potatoes kinda night. And it may be a beef stew kinda Sunday if this weather keeps up … and it will. Yeh, some beef stew sounds good. It will make the whole house smell good when it’s cold outside.
I look at how dark it is out there and I’m second guessing when I went to England. It would be festive right now with the lights and such with the holiday season. Plus, I would have like to have seen Stonehenge during the winter solstice. That would have been an awesome experience. Oh well. Back to warming myself up.