Some urge to hibernate? 61 degrees in my bedroom thins morning, and I'm buried under quilts in fuzzy pj's. Didn't awaken until 8:10, two or three hours after my eyes usually pop open.
My bird feeders are seeing a lot of action. Notice the squirrels? One of them had made it past my barriers on the bird feeder line. I've spotted how he does it..
I have a completely free day today, a common luxury in winter, when the gardens sleep. So I'll give this squirrel his last free meal.
Now it's also possible, though not certain, that I'll tackle my darkest habit today. Oh, dear. Something doesn't want to get written, here. An admission so dark and humiliating my fingers won't press the letters.
(the five percent)
You didn't read that, did you? You see, I'm one of those people who stop
I live in this puddle of papers, unfinished repairs, and orphaned items. Winter is the perfect time to deal with this...
Much peace and happiness