In the Cold
When Dennis came in at noon he said he had tried. He had tried to let a big yellow kitty into the porch to get it in out of the frigid cold. It would not come in. Dennis just felt so bad for it. It may have a hideaway where it takes refuge, let’s hope so.
Our three kitties don’t even sit in front of the patio porch doors. They are tucked into their baskets. Harriet and Snuggles curl up together into one tight ball. Honey Bunny is up in the rafters of the pickup garage. She is no one’s fool. Heat rises from the furnace Dennis has going.
Ironically, Dennis’ daughter, the nurse, in Mankato is home for five days with covid. Her twin sister in Silver Bay, northern Minnesota, works in a VA health facility, is also home with covid. Go figure.
Dennis is doing better each day. Keeping busy on a slow scale allows for less thought on the discomfort of the foot. It does work. He got the ice knocked off of the furnace vent. Yippee, we will continue being warm and snug in our home. Staying busy . . . I would be speaking from experience.
It is mid afternoon and the studio is closed for the day. Closing it down is the best way to take a break before I mess something up. Tomorrow is another day. I would have thought that the dream I had last night, the project would have been done. Two of my stitchers were at our home with me in the studio. Wishful thinking.
I checked with Dennis. We are good for one more night, the last night, of the bean and ham soup. Nothing warms the innards like hearty soup.