Yesterday, when I woke up, it was snowing. About an inch or two was on the ground. With so little snow, I could still see the underbrush in the backyard. I got my paper and settled with it and my coffee. Shortly after, I could hear sleet banging against the windows and doors. The sleet fell sideways. After a while, nothing fell, but it was bitterly cold. I stayed inside until I noticed Nala had a bag of pasta in her mouth. I went to get it, but she ran outside. I ran after her and got the pasta. She followed me back into the toasty, warm house. She went to sleep, and I got more coffee. The rain came next then the snow started again. The weather had gone full circle.

The walkway is hidden. My car is encased by icy snow. I have decided to hibernate until spring or until all that snow melts on its own. I don’t have a shovel. I do have a scraper, but I’m not in a scraping mood. It is too cold.

The day is deceptively pretty with a blue sky, white fluffy clouds and lots of sun but it is only 28˚. The high will be 31˚, but in whose world is that a high?

I am watching a black and white science fiction movie from 1953, The Magnetic Monster. I am ten again, and I’m sitting on the living room rug watching Creature Double Feature. Being young, I still have a natural suspension of disbelief.

I saw paw prints going into and out of the front yard. I didn’t recognize the pattern, and I couldn’t find the specific prints on line. Whatever made those prints was free range as I didn’t see boot or shoe prints along side the paw prints. The creature was alone.

When I was a kid, I preferred mittens. They kept my fingers warmer than gloves, and when I was really young, they were easy to put on. Gloves, on the other hand (sorry!), meant trying to get the right fingers in the right spots, and I wasn’t aways successful. I did buttons but had trouble with zippers. I couldn’t always get the two sides of my coat together. Boots were easy. The shoes were the key. I discovered that putting my shoes into my boots without my feet in them made it easy to put my boots back on at school. To my mother’s consternation, I didn’t always wear my hat.

I have nothing planned for the weekend. I can loll. I can have a sloth day.

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