Our retirement journey has hit a bump in the road.
Don’t worry. It’s not serious. It’s not a dealbreaker. There’s an “end game.”
As I write these few words, my wife and I are hunkered down with Toby the Puppy in our fifth wheel waiting out a winter blast that’s plowing through Amarillo, Texas.
The temperature is plummeting through the day. The sun will set — although we won’t see it through the cloud cover — and the temp will bottom out at around 8 degrees Fahrenheit.
Then it’ll climb back to something more, um, tolerable.
We knew the moment we moved into this fifth wheel full time that we were set to experience a bit of the downside of this new lifestyle we have adopted.
The winter blast we’re experiencing at this moment is one of them.
We’ve taken measures to protect our plumbing. We’ve also taken measures to ensure we have plenty of heat.
As for Toby the Puppy, he seems to have gotten over his case of cabin fever I told you about a few blog posts ago. He knows it’s cold out there and, given that he’s among the smartest — if not the smartest — pooches ever, he is not about to ask his mother and me to go outside until it becomes an absolute imperative … if you know what I mean and I am sure you do.
So, the journey continues. We’re just not going anywhere — until it warms up a bit.