Captive Among Cats...

Snowing. Again. Payback, no doubt, for the long, beautiful Indian summer we had. But no worries. The forecast looks cool enough to hold all the white together, and that means at least one day in the mountains this weekend.

Spent the morning taking another pass at “The Catch,” cleaning up the last few graphs. Still feels good. Stayed in this afternoon, fighting off a cold.

Prepped cordon bleu for dinner, but Mr. Fat Cat is sitting in my lap blocking my way to the kitchen, and his accomplice in crime, Tuckleberry, is guarding the bedroom door. Who knows if there’ll be any dinner at all.