It’s cold and snowy here, I’m housesitting, and the animals here woke me up every three hours just like an infant. Today, I need to work, deal with problems, hang with Roscoe, and shovel my sidewalk, which means buying a metal shovel. I really want my beach.

Anegada, British Virgin Islands.

Quote of the day: “Hope is a waking dream.”  —  Aristotle

Daily gratitudes:
That Roscoe is improving
I have my bed to go back to tomorrow night
Fred Astaire dancing on the ceiling
Soft kitties
Dreams and memories of tropical beaches