Hot dogs cooked over the outside fire, served with raw broccoli.
Several trips up to the loft, and back down, for the kids in their bedtime ritual.
A final splitting and stacking session on the firewood project to get the body temperature up. (The outdoor shower is being ringed in "privacy screens" of chest-high stacks of split wood.)
A freezing cold shower in the outdoor shower, literally water piped from a fresh mountain stream.
A warm up session next to the toasty wood stove inside.
A hot bath on the porch, including the Rutland Herald and the New York Times as reading material. My first attention paid to the "real" world in a couple weeks. I find the political gyrations particularly pointless.
Now I'm sitting with my feet propped up near the wood stove, enjoying the sounds of little snores from above.