Day three of the hard freeze. Our new automated truck-and-bins trash pickup should be tomorrow but chances are since today's part of the village won't be collected, ours won't be collected tomorrow. I don't have much trash, but there are some meat wrappers making their presence known. That means I'll have to dress for the expedition across the driveway (today has been flannel pajamas and fuzzy slippers day around the house).

Next week another cat sitting gig starts, and somehow even these "quick trips" she plans end up stretching out. Eight days this time, and one planned for next summer (taking nieces to Europe) that will be two and a half weeks. Interspersed next week are a dentist trip, a couple of medical appointments, and resuming the museum scanning. Busy days ahead (I hope the weather cooperates).

Back from the trash run (swapped slippers for shoes and went around through the garage to avoid the expanse of slippery concrete). It's starting to melt this afternoon, so this should all be gone by tomorrow.