A storm is coming. It could be snow or rain or a combination, but it has started out as rain. The sky is a light grey but darkening. The wind is picking up. The trunks and tops of the pine trees are swaying. It is an ugly day all told.

This is sloth time. I haven’t anywhere I need to go. I have nothing I need to do. I’m staying in my flannel pants and sweatshirt, but I’m thinking that’s no different than most of my days. I’ll get off the couch for meals and the bathroom.

Henry naps during the day upstairs on my bed. Gwen still hides in the guest room, now Gwen’s room. Jack is upstairs sleeping near the heat. Given how big he is and how much fur he has, I would have thought he’d be naturally insulated.

I don’t like pancakes even with butter and syrup. Something about their consistency makes me gag. It is the same with waffles though I do love a waffle ice cream cone. My favorite breakfast is eggs over-easy, crispy bacon and dark rye toast, but I won’t turn my nose up at French toast. Once in a while I do love eggs Benedict or eggs Bennie, the more familiar title.

I am a pizza fan, but I don’t do Hawaiian pizza. It’s the pineapple. My favorite is one with caramelized onions and any sort of meat. I lean toward sausage or hamburger. I sometimes make pizza at home. All the ingredients are usually in my larder, and I do caramelize the onions.

My favorite ice cream changes. For a while it was mint chip. Coffee chip is my current favorite, and I have some in the freezer. When I eat my ice cream, it swims in coffee syrup, a treat from when I was a kid. My mother used to buy coffee syrup when I was a kid. It came from Rhode Island. We put it into milk. In some store, I don’t remember which, I saw coffee syrup and bought it. I have been putting a stream of it on my coffee chip ice cream.

The snow has just started, big fluffy, wet flakes I can hear hitting the roof. Hey Google says 2.2 inches on Cape Cod. When Google speaks, Henry always looks up.

Today is a lovely day, sunny but cold. The wind is strong. My dance card is still empty. It has been empty for so long it is yellowing. I haven’t been out for a couple of weeks. I’m amassing errands for my next venturing. So far I’m up to three. The dump isn’t one of them!

When I first woke up, I had to think what day it was. I could have asked Alexa, but I figured I’d give it a go. At first I toyed with it being Friday but then I remembered. It is Saturday.

I don’t know why I watch the news. I did try a Hallmark movie this morning, but it had the same plot as so many Hallmark movies. Girl and boy meet but don’t get along. They snipe at each other but the Hallmark sort of sniping which is gentle. They start to like each other. They kiss, the end of all Hallmark movies.

Henry barked at the door so I opened it for him. A garden flag by the front steps was blowing. Henry got so scared he ran to the kitchen. I sat on the stairs and tried to coax him to the door. He came close to my hand but not the door. I left the inside door open. He went back later.

I haven’t been to my hometown in a very long time. I talk to my sister often but haven’t seen her in forever. She is as careful as I am to keep herself safe.

When I was kid, we had a boxer named Duke. He was the smartest dog. He’d follow us to school sometimes and we’d tell him to sit. He’d sit, but every time we’d turn around, the distance between us wasn’t any greater. We never caught him.

My brother used to go camping in woods not so far away from our house. He always took Duke, but he had to tie Duke to a tree because Duke would run home if he could. One time, bigger, older kids threatened my brother at his camp. Duke started growling. A boxer growling is scary though they are the sweetest dogs in the world. The marauders didn’t know that. My brother said unless they left he would let the dog loose. They left.