FROSTED

The only good thing about the sudden arrival of cold weather is that the Asian beetles are finally gone. They started dropping faster than soldiers at the siege of Stalingrad.

That's a crappy analogy, but it's all I could think of.

It took me over a day to clean up all the carcasses - but I'm still occasionally finding some on the carpets and windowsills (in case you're innocently perplexed, read my previous post).

The deliciously balmy weather has vanished. Yesterday the daytime high temp. was 42 degrees (that's Fahrenheit, for those of you in Cambodia). Tonight it is 25 degrees. Which means I'm frosted.

This is the coldest house I ever lived in. Drafts are rampant. Dampness prevails. Cold spots of Amityville proportions are everywhere. The heater's efforts are feeble and costly. I rely on it as little as possible.

I miss the fireplace that I had in Texas - but fireplaces are messy and a pain in the butt if you have to rely on them for warmth.

I'm in a bitchy mood and merely talking to myself. The cold is the very least of my problems. Without going into horrific details, I'll just say that life in the wilderness can be a challenge. 

"Challenge", my ass. It can be a devastatingly relentless nightmare.

On the bright side, my three cats are surviving.
Bosco sleeps under the covers with me.
Scruffy sleeps on my legs (which is why I always feel half-dead by morning).
Scratch sleeps in a chair and I cover her with a big towel.

Despite what my enemies think, I'm a sweetheart.

Jon, it's impossible to believe that you have enemies.

There are a few sorely misguided people who refuse to acknowledge my charm, wit, and intellect.

Did I spell "acknowledge" correctly?

Since I'm in a foul mood and have absolutely nothing interesting to say, I'll offer a few uninteresting back yard photos (taken yesterday).

The trees are shedding leaves quickly and the autumnal beauty is fading fast (not unlike myself...).

Now that most of the leaves are gone, I can see the nearby mountain again.
Well, technically it's probably more like a large hill.
Hell, I've seen bigger boobs in Beverly Hills.....

This is the road that winds past my property. That's where my mailbox is located. Somewhere....

 Unrelated note:

I'm in the process of adding a Holiday and Winter collection to my online store (including Christmas cards). It should be ready by Sunday.

I figure I might as well pimp the store.

 Catnip Cabaret

Things still keep mysteriously appearing and disappearing on the storefront, despite my settings. Zazzle is as annoying as Blogger.