Morale during good times

       I am beginning to question my values and steadfastness during a hard time situation.

            I have always toughed it out, but now at age 65 I am revisiting the situation as regards myself. Maybe I am becoming a pansy of sorts?

            Outside the temperature on this rainy day is around 61 F, and inside it is around 71 F in the room I stay in. In the rest of this 1905 cottage, it is chillier, though I do not have a thermometer in this part of the cottage.

            And I just lit off my Mexican cooking stove just for the heat value, mostly just sitting by it and having my morale improve. And I am wearing spring time long johns...perhaps I should go back to winter time long johns?

            So how am I going to survive hard times, if it even happens?

            I figure my ancestors did it, then so can I, if I have to. This includes just doing a twice a day pick up of yard wood, both soft and hard, pine cones, and other such things for the Mexican cooking stove. My grandma did it, and so can I, if I have to.

            What embarrasses me is knowing that other living humans where I live in east Tennessee and on the Cumberland Plateau already tolerate lower temperatures in both the winter, and now the spring time.

            Maybe age is catching up with me? Maybe I am just not wearing enough long johns? Now as a male, I am still resisting all that in any way I can. After all, I also have an ego, and dignity.

            Maybe there is a value in having a good woman to keep warm by?

            What a dilemma?  And all I seek is good morale.

            And the heat from the stove does make me feel good right now.