Yes, it's still winter, and we're heading into what is predicted to be two solid weeks of unrelenting cold. Single-digit highs. Last night I dreamed that it was November and winter was just starting again, and I cried out, "Wait! I haven't had summer yet!"
Boscoe's still under the weather, not eating well, urinating in the house. Last night I slept on the floor in the front hallway with him and he had a good night, but the night before he peed all over the upstairs before we woke up at 5 a.m. and realized what was going on.
The vet is running tests to figure out what antibiotics to give him; we tried one drug for three weeks and it didn't do a thing.
All of this whining is to say I have no good stories, no funny stories, and I am racking my brains to dig up something amusing from the past to entertain you with here on this February weekend, because things in the present, while not exactly depressing, are a bit on the gray side right now. At top is a picture from October, before it started snowing.