|SOFT DAWN, QUET MORNING|
Sunday, 9:00 AM. 8 degrees F at the ferry dock, 6 on the back porch. Wind variable and calm with some occasional light gusts. The sky is mostly clear, the humidity 82%. The barometer is falling gently, currently at 39.36", predicting partly cloudy skies and warming temperatures, with a possibility of rain or ice showers by the weekend. This might be our January thaw.
Buddy is evidently satisfied to be back at home and in his normal routine, although it is hard to know what, if anything, is actually going on inside a dog's mind. Buddy needs to run, and maybe we can drive to the beach and let him do so, with the anticipation that he will behave himself and return posthaste to my whistle.
The big chore for today will be taking care of the birds as well as Buddy; we pretty much wiped ourselves out yesterday going to the drugstore for prescriptions and stopping at the IGA, and will skip church today and try to catch up on our rest.
Without my wheel spinner I would really be spinning my wheels.