Friday morning 10 a.m.

[rolanni]

Friday. Cloudy and sort of snowing. Cold.

Firefly has once again joined me on my lap to celebrate the happy lite and to look out over the long backyard. She even had a taste of my tea. Firefly has previously not liked tea, but Sprite used to demand a drop out of every cup, so it looks like she's found both Sprite and Belle's books.

I slept badly, and have been arguing with myself about whether or not I'm going to eat breakfast. I think I finessed that. Macaroni and cheese is breakfast, right?

Today the taxes take top billing, followed by writing my remarks for my talk next month. After that, we'll see.

How's everybody holding up?

Dictated to my phone