These grey days are killing me. We're supposed to be having snow...but yesterday's snow just blew the heck right out of here with high winds (the ski valley reported gusts in excess of 70 mph...brrrrrrr).
Yesterday was spent waiting. Mr. Sunflower made a fire, I ignored the computer and hung out at my spinning wheel. I could share with you that I was watching the Waltons, but that might further your suspicion that I'm totally weird. OK, so I gave myself a set of all their programs for Christmas. So now you know, for sure.
In the meantime, everyone else around here was bored. Since Maynard died, we've come to learn that Larry and Bob hate each other. That's just swell, since Bob is the kitten I got to keep Larry company. I managed to catch a portrait of Larry in between him yelling at me. If I haven't mentioned this before, I think he's the tortured soul of someone trying to get a message to me...he almost never shuts up.
And the dogs...well...they called a truce too...and for once, I actually caught them napping together.