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Today dawns with a change in weather, with the rain and fog of the previous few days ended. Overnight, it became windy and this morning we are enjoying some bursts of beautiful sno-globe snow falling. We live where winter usually means snow country, and there is nothing worse for snow-related activities than rain. There is a certain exciting drama to rain events during winter, and I admit to appreciating the thrill of that, but it really wreaks havoc on any sport or adventure that depends on the snow. Lucky for me, I don’t have any plan to be out playing in the snow cover that we have remaining.

I am saddled with the aftermath of my little cold and fever, which for me commonly means lung congestion. I end up wheezing and coughing for weeks afterward, to clear up what accumulated during the illness. I am not inspired to start an outdoor project with any gusto. I do have plenty of firewood that needs to be moved and stacked. We have a trail to finish cutting through the woods. I had hoped to try making a ski trail, and there is always the allure of building an igloo. Pretty much not gonna happen in the immediate future.

Cyndie is reviewing dog breeds again, and checking local providers, perusing what is available. We are still waiting for the arrival of materials that have been ordered for construction of the paddock fencing. This afternoon we will again be hosting visitors, who have offered to provide some labor and expertise toward chores on our list. We welcome the help.

When I was starting to come down with my recent illness, Cyndie decided we should restrict the cats from having access to our bedroom. That turned out to be easier said than done. I learned that our bedroom door doesn’t latch. They quickly learned it was easy to push the door open. Overall, I would say that they were doing pretty well at respecting our wishes, but it was proving to be an unwelcome inconvenience to us to have that door closed all the time. Last night we gave in and opened up the room to them again.

They paid us back by being total nuisances this morning, licking Cyndie’s eyelid, pushing a cold, wet nose against mine, and picking at the bed cover with their claws. Well, that’s not totally accurate: I should not be using “they” here, as these behaviors are almost exclusively attributable to the wee female, Pequenita. I think she was just so happy to be back in our bedroom, she couldn’t help herself from showing it.

That’s the latest news from Wintervale. Stay tuned to see what the weekend brings!