The clouds have that white grey color, a warning, snow’s coming. The wind is getting stronger, and the day is getting darker. The good news is the prediction is for far less snow than first thought, only 1-3 inches. That’s broom snow. We are all warm and cozy. The dogs are napping. Nala is leaning against me, her head resting on my hip. She sighs every now and then. Henry is curled into a ball on his cushion. Jack is sleeping on an afghan in front of the heater in his room. All’s right with our world.

My larder is full. I had my groceries delivered yesterday. The Amazon pet order also came yesterday minus dry dog food. It should come today. The Chewy order will be here in a couple of days. My beasties live well.

The other day I had a Ghana Deja Vu. I had finished my first cup of coffee and let the cup sit a little while before I went to get my second cup. I added fake sugar and cream to the coffee, carried the cup to the den and sat down. When I went to drink, I saw two dead bugs, gnats I think, floating in the cup. Bugs in food were a common occurrence in Ghana. I used to have to sift my flour, loaded with bugs. Some remained and we didn’t care. They were protein. When I saw the bugs in my coffee, I just picked them out. Dead bugs are harmless.

When I was a kid, I hunted grasshoppers in the field below my house. They’d jump in the air when I walked through the grass. I’d catch them with my hands and put them in a jar. Later, I’d release them. I didn’t swat or run screaming from bees. I remember a praying mantis in the bushes by the front steps. I watched it for a long time. I had already seen its movie, The Deadly Mantis, starring a giant bug, 200-foot-long and millions of years old. That one would have scared me. I’d be the one running and screaming. I’d probably be the one eaten. I can’t run all that fast or far.

My dance card is mostly empty for the week. I have my uke practice and lesson and nothing else. I’m just fine with that. I do idleness well.

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