Given that our last couple of winters have been reasonably mild, this brush with that season’s darker side when we are merely in late autumn is certainly plenty of reason for me to write a longer blog post than otherwise might be necessary. The home-based Tempest weather station up high on the back of the house reported a low of 21°F when I woke up on that first Wednesday of December, and the dogs were content to be left lying a while longer. But once we were up and going, they were ready for playtime again even in that cold back yard:
This was a week at home for me, almost as though after a marvelous busy full house for Thanksgiving, I’m getting to experience an alternate parallel holiday week where it’s just me in solitude and quiet and with complete freedom to indulge whatever idle pursuits please me. You know: like making a small dent in filing a stack of recipes printed from the interwebs; or still doing just a bit of Black Friday/Cyber Monday shopping with a modicum of imposed restraint; or crafting the graphics for my silly but sensational historical repository of saved ticket stubs to catch up on what I’ve watched this year; and definitely trying to revel in a bit of solo movie-watching up in the mancave each evening since I love movies but hardly seem to get to see many any more. The pooches were more than capable of making clear their contrary feeling about me keeping them up past their bedtimes, though:
...and I had way too much time to take pictures of them while they do all those things that keep them fully adorable in my unapologetically biased view, like this sweet lying together:
Or how about when I set out their dinner bowls but had to run to the restroom rather desperately...they so very politely waited for me to return so I could sit with them, as per usual? I cracked up.
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