More of the same that is. Liz and the baby are sick with the tummy bug. It is freezing rain outside after a goodly bout of sleet. I dropped my ring in the garbage yesterday (Becky rescued it). The geese fly out. The geese fly in. Sometimes the river teems with them, sometimes it is as barren as a banana peel. Not much new going on, just the slow passing of February days.
The doggies are here to keep complacency at bay, while I await my turn at the plague.
|Who's the good doggy?|
And, incidentally, who hates the skid steer?