When you have five cats and a dog and its nineteen degrees outside, that’s what happens all day. At least Sweetums is getting some exercise. Me? I’m trying to hide. I haven’t recovered from my ophthalmologist appointment this morning. It took forever to get dressed. There was the silk long johns and the heavy socks and wool clogs and the turtleneck and the wool sweater and the pants. When it was time to go, there was the neck scarf and the coat and Angora Bohus hat and the Sanguhar gloves. Oh, yeah. Don’t forgot the knitting. At this point, a nap would have been nice. But I managed to make it out to van. And, you know what? It started right up. I love my metal box, even if it is sixteen. Maybe it’ll make it to twenty. On days like this, I think about when I lived in California. Then I remember all the heartache and how happy I am in Lower Slower Delaware.
I made apple cranberry walnut spice muffins with the last three apples. The smelled so good. And they tasted wonderful. My son inhaled three and took a bag home with him.