It was two degrees, or so, overnight, and I didn't sleep well.
The cold hurts all my muscles and makes my bones groan.
I try not to go to work on Friday, and, year end close notwithstanding, I didn't go today.
First I went to the gym, and Kris marshaled me through her routine.
No doubt I'd been off for two weeks.
Then I went to the optometrist to pick up my new glasses.
That is the technician, making all right.
This is me, attempting my first selfie.
Good for all of you who get it done.
Far harder than it seems.
A deer foraging under the golf course trees.
It was in a group of five or six, which probably is decent protection against a coyote attack.
Lunch time. Home again, home again.
The wreath continues to look lovely.
Snow on pig. Snow on toad. Snow on lambie.
Snow on the bird feeder.
Snow on a full can of bird seeds. Sparrows are little piglets, too.
The pear tree has hundreds of buds set.
All is well with the world.