More cleaning, kitchen and elsewhere, and cooking for today and leftovers. Vacuuming the den was picking up the mix of dog hair, chewed sticks and dry grass the dogs picked up when rolling in the yard. When the yard isn't wet, producing mud, the ground is dry and the dogs have spots they like to roll that now have dead grass.

I've seen Dorothy post on Facebook finally, but she hasn't turned up here for a while. I hope all is well and she's in the house that serves them best in winter and dicey weather. This is the time of year when our old friend Gary (gnu) used to talk about the snow piled up to the roof at his house, or post snowbank photos from his security cam on FB. How many of our regular participants are snowed in right now?

Over the last week I've heard the local pack of coyotes singing across the road, and last night, outside my back fence. I made sure the dogs were in (they heard and didn't seem inclined to race out like some of my previous dogs would have, to join in song). Huge flocks of crows seemed to be arguing amongst themselves, like a couple of gangs squaring off churning through the air and then in the trees of the neighborhood. Our wildlife is beginning to seem a bit dystopian, kind of like our country.