By southern Louisiana standards, we are having a frigid New Year's Day. It was 24 degrees when we got up this morning, and it won't get above 38 today. Thank heaven we have sun and not rain.
Since Jerry let the three horses out of their stalls this morning they've been sunning themselves on the south side of the barn. I know why. The north wind is coming across the bayou, and they are sheltered from it on the south side. I took pity on them and put some flakes of hay on the south side. There's a round bale on the north side of the barn under a lean-to, but it’s windy and sunless there.
There weren't as many fireworks in our neighborhood last night as there usually are on a New Year's Eve. I’m sure the cold made a lot of people decide to stay inside and watch the festivities on TV. For the first time in a year or two we stayed up until midnight - in our recliners, watching TV, and enjoying the blazing gas logs. Before we went to bed, we bundled up over our pajamas and went out to the barn to check on the horses. They didn't seem to be too bothered by the fireworks, so we went to bed.
Suzanne came Saturday and spent the night. She wanted to get home yesterday afternoon before the temperature plummeted, so I fixed our New Year's meal for lunch yesterday - the traditional pork, cabbage, and black-eyed peas. We're having the leftovers today.