Sunshine abounds here. Warmth does not and our December snow lingers, but I cannot complain about that. Especially not with the weather so much of the rest of the country is experiencing. For those of you in the midwest and the east – actually, probably everywhere but on this western coast – stay inside where it is warm and safe as much as you can. Do the “stay away snow” dances and offer bribes to Mother Nature – perhaps she will have pity on you and provide sun and some warmth with a bit of melting of the snow piles.
We seem to be developing a semblance of normal. Whatever normal might be. That is a subjective term though, isn’t it? Whatever – we have a bit of a routine going now. We are comfortable in our space, we are warm, we are safe. Husband is doing very well, I think. Tomorrow we go back to the neurosurgeon for a follow-up visit, so perhaps we’ll know more then.
Our furry girls appear happy to be back to normal.
Interesting enough to require closer examination. Oh, the temptation. I’m quite certain the only reason she didn’t jump on it was because I was right there. She was on my lap, checking it out.
Within striking range if she got too aggressive.
After a lot of racing around the house, checking out her outside world, investigating my yarn-winding, she decided it was nap time. Something all of us have been deciding quite often in this household this week. Napping is good. It’s restorative.
Now back to the laundry. There seems to be no end to the laundry.