A Brr Day

It’s not a day fit for anyone or anything.

I am surprised of the dirt that can be seen on the snow in the front yard perhaps coming from Canada.

I don’t have much energy today.  Reading and listening to the wind howl, or stitching and listening to the wind howl.

There is still a far amount of traffic.

I read with sadness when Lisa Schumann, whom I had worked with for several decades at the courthouse, posted the obituary of her 36-year-old son’s passing of cancer.  Cancer does not have any boundaries.

I am preparing a hot supper.  It wards 0ff no mind snacking.

Megan is to fly home tomorrow.  I pray the flights are safe.

With that I take my leave.  ♥