...Or will be, if I don't type fast. Woke up in plenty of time but took an extra ten to snuggle with the smallest cat, now 18 and still only half-grown; she settled on the quilt and purred solidly the netire time. Then stumbled around making breakfast (Cream'O'Wheat instead of the usual oatmeal and a sliced orange, just 'cos) and wandered over to SnarkyBytes, where Alan has vids of a Fordson screwmaran snowtractor. (Which is a spellcheck trifecta, btw). Go see it!
Me, I am for the shower. It's snowing again, a nice slippery coating over the patches of ice left from our earlier snowfall and if I don't get a move on, I'll have to remember how to drive on that stuff.
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