-20° F this morning. Truck dead again, water frozen. For the past few days I have been waking up at 2:30 AM, worrying about all my undone work for teaching and for the farm. I try to make myself stay in bed until 3. Then coffee and lists.
I have been lucky. Every day recently it has been — just barely — warm enough (the tipping point seems to be about 7°) by afternoon chores for the paddock water hydrant to thaw briefly. Every evening I fill the trough.
I am stressed but I remind myself that any day I don’t have to carry 800 pounds of water is a good day.