Fire in the sky

We've waited a long time for winter this year, a fact that simultaneously fills me with great pleasure and great fear. We're paying for it now, though.

As we're stuck in this rut of minus 30, it seems the only cheer comes from the glorious sunsets. Tonight's was, erm, like a ball of, erm, fire, glowing in the, erm sky. It's sentences like that wot makes me fink I'm a crappy writer.

Still stuck in the midst of this job from hell. The joys of freelancing.