As only a nine year old can do, his temp is in the low elevations and he's worried about missing soccer practice...Which was cancelled due to snow covered fields...Mom on the other hand is beat.

Now I know there is another bottle of Cock of the North in the Dinning Room, but at the moment we'd have to raise a full expedition to find our way into the room and thorough the mountainous accumulations. Perhaps someone from your side of the pond could bring one in Morti???

Allan, a man after my heart cookin so wonderfully... perhaps a bit of Shad and squash and a bit of the fresh salad with blood orange dressing... Does anyone's neighborhood have fiddleheads yet??? Perhaps the fish will lure a couple of kitties to come purr me a lullabye....