After you feed the cats, one of them drops a stinky load into the litterbox without covering it, then the other one eats her breakfast too fast and pukes in three places on the rug. *sigh*

Alright, the snow has stopped and I've put it off long enough. Time to shovel.

My back has been bothering ever since I tweaked it at Cranksgiving, so I need to do a few warmups first.

Raking leaves at this home isn't nearly the production it was back at the Urbana home. It helps that we have just one middle-aged maple tree vs. two old maples trees. The black walnut and two redbud trees didn't add too much to the pile.

I won't go so far as to say it was enjoyable, but I certainly am not dreading finishing the job.