Freezing Friday.

Eighteen degrees this morning with a couple inches of snow so finely grained that it squeaks with each step. With so many below freezing days recently, the puddles on the Poop Trail were frozen over and we walked down past the first bullpen and back home.

Stood and watched the snow falling for a bit and it was so peaceful I took this picture. The snowflakes look like ghosts of trees. Wild.

It was a nice change from going to town. Might make it our normal walk again.

Sewed up a few of Bandit's stuffed animals and laundered them. He might not appreciate them being clean, but they aren't stinky anymore and I appreciate that.

Eyes are a bit swollen and painful this morning. Guess it's time to run the humidifier on high at night. Might have to get one for the living room as well. Nose is bleeding again too.