Ice

Nothing like some cold drizzle to form ice to slow things down.  In the neighborhood where vehicles sit out, there was much scraping of the windshields before they were on the move.

All is quiet here on Stauffer Avenue.  Not a creature is moving, not even a patio kitty.

Dennis tried out his recliner for a bit but sleep did not come.

I have been stitching in my bedroom porch.

Nothing new to report.

With that I will take my leave.  ♥