Winter has arrived. The real cold is now here. The high today will be 31°. Right now it is 29° and cloudy, but the forecast is for sun. I’m hoping the sun will hang around so I don’t mind the cold as much.

Henry has developed a few more phobias. He will not come in by the dog door except for the few times he comes in impatiently when I don’t hear him crying and whacking the cover. Mind you, he has been coming in that door for years. Next fright is the cord to my iPad. Because the cord is a little bit in the air, he won’t walk over it to get to the couch. I unplug it and hide the wire so he jumps on the couch, but if he is still on the couch when I plug it back in, he jumps off, over the cord of course. The last new phobia is his fear of the unknown hiding under the spread on my bed. Nala likes to get under the spread. Twice she has stood up to move to get comfy. Both times Henry jumped up and growled his I’m going to attack growl. I took the spread off Nala so Henry could see her, and I grabbed him and quieted him down. The other night I was moving my toes. Henry jumped up growled and got ready to attack whatever was under the spread. I saved my toes. I don’t move them anymore.

When I was a kid, a new year didn’t mean much. I never really understood the hoopla. My routines stayed the same. Nothing changed except the date and eventually, in the summer, my age. I’d be a year older. The memories of those years sort of run together, but I do have memory drawers with bright lights and decorations. They hold fast to the memories of important years, to life changing years. The drawers are labeled 1961, 1965, 1969, 1971 and 2004. I’ll save them for anther time.

Here I am in 2025. I was awake for the new year, but I was working on a puzzle so I missed it. I greeted the new year at 12:03. At this stage of my life, I am old by number of years so I greet each new year and all the adventures ahead of me. I do have a few memory drawers just waiting to be filled.

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