Below zero again. I have spent most of the day sleeping. Either on the bed inside the afghan, or on mama.
When mama gets out the international coffee in the afternoon, it doesn't really mean it's cold in here or anything, just that it seems to be the best thing to do when it's cold out. So today she had some that smelled like cinnamon. Mmmmm. Smelled nice anyway.
Three dead buggies in the shower. Bye bye was easy. Wash them down the drain! But that was all. No sweeping or anything (other than the normal sweeping).
And please take a moment out to remember Dr. King today.
And please say goodbye to Meeps, he is going to the Bridge to stay with his brother Buzzerbee tomorrow.