Hello...Spring? Not as far as the eye can see around here. Talk about cabin fever. At least we get some interesting permutations in all the precipitation. Today's special guest: Wind. We are hoping the giant oak tree next door can hold out for one more season...
And we are back in the House of Plague. While I huddle under the comforter, Martin and Peter are coughing and sniffling while Erika uses her daily dose of fresh squeezed orange juice (thanks Winter fruit CSA!) as a talisman to protect her from sickness. She is also avoiding the gym because, well, think of all the GERMS concentrated indoors there!
In other news, I am feeling rather petite in the context of this report on one of my kin. Thanks, Sally Syberg, for bringing this to our attention. A cat the size of an 8-year-old child!?!
The "Where Shall We Live?" debate continues, with a new lobby from Martin to move back to Portland. Erika is holding strong in her position of Never Moving Again, so we'll see how it all shakes out.
The rain outside the window just turned back into snow, time for me to dig deeper under this comforter and wait this whole Winter thing out...
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