The past few days are ones that make me think what the hell am I doing here. I should just give up and move into town and be a normal person. It would be so much easier. I'm sure it is just the grief talking. And the weather. Then I look up while I'm feeding the animals and see this.
The high winds are sifting the very fine snow through every little hole in the barn.
Ok, maybe I can stick this out a while longer.