It was hard to get out of bed this morning: gray, wet, dreary. I had a dog draped across my ankles, and a cat on my chest. Nick suggested I might suddenly develop a horrid 24-hour bug. For all I got done at work today I might as well have stayed home. Paperwork, filing, email: all the things that accumulate after being gone for a week, and not so much actual work. When I left for the office this morning it was 54F and pouring rain – where did my January go???
I spent last week in Vermont. The snow-covered and frozen lake looked very pretty, I think, but the conference arrangements were such that I mostly saw the inside of a hotel conference room entirely indistinguishable from all other hotel conference rooms. I didn’t take my camera, so you’ll just have to take my word for the “pretty” part. I did come home with three pounds of wool. (Yes, I managed to score wool at a professional conference. What??)
Instead of anything relevant, have this photograph of Grendel and his buddy Fenris (the shorter one; sadly now deceased) playing in the water in New Mexico.
