I got my pumpkin carved and it is the best, cutest, friendliest one I've ever made, I think.  I am so reminded of Tom Hanks finding companionship from the face he carved on the coconut in that movie about him being shipwrecked.  Okay, I have this little pal, shining forth from the top of my tv set, looking out the window.

I got a lot of work done today, but not as much as I hoped to do.  I had been aching terribly from yesterday's efforts, working on the woodpile, but today, I worked on the woodpile and seemed not to hurt myself.  I still took a warm bath in epsom salts to ward off any problems.  I also got the north wall of the chicken's lean-to closed in with a tarp I screwed into place.  It won't get blown off or pulled off by a raccoon.  She'll be a bit cozier, but I see now that I will have to have a front piece of sheltering plastic sheeting up, too.  Tomorrow. 

It snowed overnight, and I built a nice fire, using the last of the wood that my daughter brought for me.  John has been bringing and splitting a load every day in his truck, and I've been stacking it, protecting all with the huge tarp I brought up from the garage.

And bread.  I told John I would bake bread today again, and decided to make a different kind.  But no matter what kind I decide to make, he wants to have the wheat bran, semolina, and especially, the flax meal in it.  I decided to alter the usual English Muffin bread recipe and incorporate those ingredients into it, and the loaves are rising now, soon to be baked.  This is the same recipe that I ruined a couple of weeks ago, when I didn't wear my eyeglasses, and forgot to put in the required amount of yeast and added way too much liquids.  But these loaves look good.  I may blog the recipe tomorrow.   

Don't forget to set the clocks back one hour tonight.  I won't like putting the chicken to bed by 4:30 tomorrow afternoon, but it will happen that way from now on, for awhile.