I return home from work early this afternoon.
The sun is shining. The temperature is in the 50s. I plan to move hay, walk the dogs, work Mickey on sheep.
In the paddock, the Haflingers snooze. In the pasture, Llambert the Llama rolls in the dirt while the sheep nap nearby. Inside, the cats are curled into balls on the bed.
I briefly consider joining them.
But it is January. The sun is shining. The temperature is in the 50s. I'll enjoy the sun -- but I'll be moving.