It's been snowing like crazy since late this morning. No one's moving, unless they have to...you can see the weather in Colorado via this live cam, located just down the hill from my house.
Daughter #1 called; her dog Jack has been feeling peaked since Christmas. Finally, she took him to the vet today. Diagnosis: pancreaitis (and a $400 bill). Would we come get him, so she could continue to work double shifts at the restaurant? (She's off school until mid-January.)
I looked outside at the blowing, shifting snow. Would I? Might as well fly there. We were just getting ready to get on the long underwear, and try anyways, when Daughter called again...a friend watched the dog while she went to work. And wouldn't you know it -- she got cut.The restaurant was deserted. (Go figure.)
All the same, though, we'll go get him when the snow lets up some. In the meantime, we started wading through the pile of gift DVDs, ate cheese enchiladas, and I worked on binding and finishing up a quilt for Road to California. (Some of my classes/lecture are full -- but there are still openings! I'd love to come have you join me.)
The dogs have spent the day snuggled by the fire, or on our feet. Don't blame them.
Donna Freedman's home again. I especially enjoyed her description of getting a meal around, after having been gone for some weeks.
I'm just glad we didn't have to go anywhere special today. And grateful that Jack the dog is doing better.