Oh, Ick.

Days like this are so rare here, they almost bring pleasure through sheer novelty.

Almost.

Cold and wet: Not cold enough to freeze, just enough to make the atmosphere's palpable moisture stick to every surface, including skin. Gray, low clouds. Intermittent spritzing rain. Enough of a breeze to help all that moisture wick away your body's heat in a thoroughly miserable way. This is a day for staying indoors with a good book and an eternally-filled pot of hot chocolate.

Naturally, I've things to do outdoors. It's shit-shoveling day. I found and (I think) fixed yet another coolant leak on Gulchendiggensmoothen yesterday, but in the process found a curiously recurring fuel leak I haven't figured out. If I can cork it up, I need to take the tractor to shit-shoveling to pile manure. Then there's a water leak to be fixed before I can get running water on the property, after which there's quite a lot of cleaning that's gone begging. I really could have used a continuation of our unseasonably warm weather, but Uncle Murphy dropped his foot on that idea. The ubiquitous bastard.

Still, I'm gonna see how quickly I can get my chores done today. That pot of chocolate is sounding awfully good, now that I brought it up.