It is 28 degrees but it is not a biting cold as we’ve had this past week. We are expected to have a gradual rise from 31 degrees to 49 degrees before the temperatures plummet to 9 degrees on Christmas Eve day and -2 degrees on Christmas morning.

I have a shift at The Roundhouse Cafe from 4 PM – 10 PM and shall repeat this through Friday but with an additional hour added on that last day. I have an entirely new crew today. I am sure they shall rise to the occasion of superb Guest Experience service as previous teams.

Last night concluded my studio lessons until the second week of January. With my duties at The Park, my typically two full weeks of break are amended to one week. I still hope to maintain a healthy schedule that returns me to researching and writing; I have sorely missed this.

And I leave you with a Robert Louis Stevenson poem as I bid you to join me in making it a great day!

Winter-Time by Robert Louis Stevenson

Late lies the wintry sun a-bed,
A frosty, fiery sleepy-head;
Blinks but an hour or two; and then,
A blood-red orange, sets again.

Before the stars have left the skies,
At morning in the dark I rise;
And shivering in my nakedness,
By the cold candle, bathe and dress.

Close by the jolly fire I sit
To warm my frozen bones a bit;
Or with a reindeer-sled, explore
The colder countries round the door.

When to go out, my nurse doth wrap
Me in my comforter and cap;
The cold wind burns my face, and blows
Its frosty pepper up my nose.

Black are my steps on silver sod;
Thick blows my frosty breath abroad;
And tree and house, and hill and lake,
Are frosted like a wedding cake.