Ick

The weather outside is frightful.  Kind of like the smell from Sadie in her overnight gear.

What’s annoying is even though the temperatures are only supporting a mix and what’s been falling is doing serious damage to the snow depth, for some reason the place is permeated with chill.  I’m not ready to throw chicken leg quarters in the oven as planned for sometime today, but it seems wise to make the planned banana bread now rather than later.

Anyway, I think I’d rather have pure snow than seriously slushy mix, unless it’s going to be mainly rain and melt what’s there into oblivion.

Okay, Sadie is reminding me by coming up and saying “I did poop.” Guess I’d better take care of her.

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