Now that the roads are clear, the oatmeal snow is gone and it’s just beautiful. Everything is giant, soft, overstuffed with snow.  

18:27:35 PM

One of our four cats (Sid) has a problem. Or rather I have a problem with him. He likes to sit on my lap, which is fine, but he also likes an arm to lean on – he likes to have his front half a little higher than his back half. It’s warm and it’s sweet, but it makes it very difficult to type, with one hand under my cat. Maybe a pillow will do the trick, though I have a sneaking suspicion that he likes the attention he gets along with my arm.  

18:36:10 PM

-1°C (30.2°F) Nothing going on, just winter, slowly sinking in. Though it seems cold now, I remember springs past when the first day over 20 felt like a blessing.