It’s another cold, windy day here in Buffalo, NY – but not that cold – it’s above freezing & the snow has that spongy look it gets when it’s slowly melting. The driveway is all ice from the freezing rain the other night & I can see that the street is slick. I have no plans to go anywhere. I’m halfway through Jamaica Inn by Daphne DeMaurier & I have other books stacked up, ready to be read. I have a few other projects I might work on. The piano needs to be played, as well.
This week, all the holiday decorations came down & were packed away & put into the attic. I moved the furniture more or less back into the places they were before December. Bobby is happy that “his” chair is back in front of the picture windows, covered up with his favorite old comforter, where it can get a bit of the weak winter sun that’s attempting to shine today:
Radar is on the little bed I made for him in the spare room. It’s another old comforter but he doesn’t care. It’s by the heater vent & it’s nice & warm.
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