Barefoot in winter

Azure, Emelyn, and I all did pretty much the same thing this weekend, namely, sleep, hang out, and eat. Emmie engaged in a fair bit of crying, too, which isn’t really like her. She’s still congested from her cold (no surprise - I’m still coughing, too) and I think it’s waking her up from her naps, and frustrating her, overall. Can’t blame her.

My first night and morning away from Emelyn was at least memorable - I woke up in a very Gosford-Park-ish kind of place somewhere in Sussex, and spent the morning shooting skeet and playing with crossbows. All very enjoyable, too; it must’ve tapped into some kind of paternalistic hunter/gatherer instinct.

In other news, the descent into winter seems to be picking up speed. It’s pitch-dark when the alarm goes off, these days, and the sun has barely cleared the horizon when the 7:15 train rolls out of Cambridge. It’s brisk, too - Emelyn and I went for a long walk yesterday morning and I had to bundle her up pretty good before dropping her into the Bjorn. She still managed to lose both her socks along the way (a recurrent problem) so from here to April, I think it’s time for wee little shoes to be worn if venturing out-of-doors…