'Tis the season

 I was worn out when I went to bed last night. I hadn't had a full night sleep for a couple of nights. 

The first night was due to a coughing, grumpy husband

The second night was cats. They meowed to go out at 5:30:am, as usual. When I shuffled down the hall to let them out, they looked at the snow on the porch, a light dusting, but enough to cause them both to paws and rethink. They decided no. 

I relocked the door and went back to bed. Minutes later, they were both at it again. This time they were meowing at the other door, hoping, I suppose that the weather would be more to their liking out that door. I opened the door. They peered out and once again, they backed away. 

At that point, I just did not bother to go back to bed. I did not want to disturb him. 

So yesterday was a long day. I filled it with making chili and watching the snow and daydreaming about my moonscape. 

Tim finally got his bow back from the repair shop. He was out hunting all afternoon, so it was a quiet day, much of it spent opening and closing doors so two cats could consider whather or not they actually wanted out. (Spoiler: they didn't.)

So I went to bed early last night, all Vicks-ed up. I pulled the drapes and I slept soundly until 7:30, something that was really disorienting. Two cats should have woke me up already. And why did it seem so quiet and darker than usual? 

We had received more than the predicted inch of snow. More like 8 inches. The cats didn't even bother to ask to go out at all. 

 This van slid on the curve, crossed over, missing the beginning of the guard rail (luckily), going outside it to pass through our swamp before being bogged down. That old house in the back is the old house that we used to stockpile the things for the new house.

Slow down, everyone. 'Tis the season.