|Yesterday's cold, bright sky|
Sunrise had that cold, old bruise look, kind of yellow and purple, and sagging as if too tired to hold itself up. I could sympathize. This season is so draining.
I had to go out and hunt down the old dog after I let him out. Sometimes the door is elusive to an elderly fellow with old dog vestibular disease. At least I found the canvas so the boss can cover the wood. It is really counterproductive to fill the stove with snow along with the hickory and cherry.
The moon was a stingy, secret thread of crescent, barely noticeable among the crows pouring like pepper out of the east and southeast and slowly sallying west to forage.
They were so quiet. Usually a crow lets you KNOW, but they were bent on business this morning and made no more noise than cardboard cutouts tossed willy-nilly into the sky.
It all makes me very nervous. There is a potential for very serious weather coming this weekend. I would be thankful if you held good thoughts for our boy trying to come north and home tomorrow, Liz on the road all day in her beat up old truck...although not for long....a nice story of kindness there, and all those who have to travel in such weather as is predicted. The weather folks are even predicting a blizzard for NYC.
Our boy is going to be working in our nation's capital for a month starting this weekend and there is glumness all around. Otherwise he would probably just park it in NJ and wait out the storm.....It will be a sad thing if he can't even make it home for the weekend before he has to head south for so long.