It snowed

...and then it stopped, but the sky never got any brighter than a sort of dingy gray. Laundry was accomplished, and various other small chores, including some slugging at the income tax paperwork for the accountant. Dulsey has yet another vet appointment for Thursday, to see what is with this continuous cold business, anyway. A gift from a friend arrived in the mail, which was one of the brighter spots of the day. Writing was done, though not as much as I had hoped. I'm much happier with the heeterskyte now.

Tomorrow, I'll take the Subaru to the shop for a pre-trip work up and probable new battery, while kinzel waits upon the Dead River serviceman here at the Cat Farm.

And so, as someone once said, it goes.

Progress on the Book Without a Name:

22,626 / 98,000 (23.1%)