Deep in the freeze
So fortunate I am to have shelter and heat, to be able to afford what I need to live. Even eggs. There's about an inch of snow on the back porch rail, single-digit cold with a forecast high of 13F today. Pixiechops keeps scraping her claws against the glass door and if I open it for her, she sticks her nose out into the cold, then gives me such a look as if I could do better for her. It reminds me of Robert Heinlein's story about his cat, THE DOOR INTO SUMMER. Yesterday morning I woke very early... Sign in to see full entry.