cold and wet sunday

Saturday night, the weather turned. We'd been celebrating cool nights and perfect days. I kept thinking of my friend E, that it would be a lovely time of year to have some time outside on the back deck, contemplating the last nice days of the year.

But the rains moved in, and we've had a spell of wet which is looking to last through the week. With the rain came a cold front.

So, on Sunday, we put the heated mattress pad and the flannel sheets on the bed. We lit the gas stove in the bedroom (at least while we were upstairs), then had a big long fire in the wood stove downstairs. I dressed for the occasion in sweat pants. The cat alternated between her roaster pan (a souvenir from the place she boards -- the sides make her feel comfy, but I must say she's just so gosh-darned cute in that thing) and the hearth. It's hard to imagine that it would be pleasant to curl up on a slab of brick, but apparently with enough heat, anything's comfortable.

Frost will be here soon, then some Indian summer, then more fall.