A new day

This is going to be one of those winters where we have constant snow on the ground. It comes and goes, but never goes away completely. It came and went several times today. That sunny pic of the back 40 turned suddenly evil looking just minutes later when the clouds took over.

Cyrus spent about an hour dozing on the porch this morning in windy, snowing, 21° weather. Kathy spent the day inside, with the woodstove blazing, in 76° with Woody by her side snoring his way through Biden's inauguration.

The cats, as usual, spent their day sunning themselves in my bed. Just like they did on Election Day (and every day since then).

I am trying to contain my excitement for this new day. I want to get back to a time when I can safely ignore politics—like Woody and Monkey and the rest of the critters. I want to be as chill as my Monkey.