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Welcome to April
It's snowing.
Wet, sticky snow of the wire-breaking kind. About two inches on the ground already (and stuck to the trees, mailboxes, wires and the poor penguin on the front step), and more falling from the sky, in a vertical sorta way.
Ah, well, it's water. We need water. And no need to go anywhere, except down the hall to the living room, to the manuscript-under-revision.
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Cat Update: Scrabble in the office window, staringSTARING at the snow; Patia in the kitchen, singing for her breakfast; Max! in the kitchen window, pulling a Scrabble. Mozart on the basement steps, feeling sorry for himself.
Wet, sticky snow of the wire-breaking kind. About two inches on the ground already (and stuck to the trees, mailboxes, wires and the poor penguin on the front step), and more falling from the sky, in a vertical sorta way.
Ah, well, it's water. We need water. And no need to go anywhere, except down the hall to the living room, to the manuscript-under-revision.
******
Cat Update: Scrabble in the office window, staringSTARING at the snow; Patia in the kitchen, singing for her breakfast; Max! in the kitchen window, pulling a Scrabble. Mozart on the basement steps, feeling sorry for himself.