Peering out

It is coming down really fast and may turn to freezing rain. Plowing is slower than ideal. Still, it’s just a snowstorm and I don’t quite understand the emergency reverse 911 calls, constant reports, and all the rest.

We walked early and had a hard fetch session at the upper field and then played out back just now too, before I shoveled (arg – is the snow heavy!) I’m down for the count, as my father used to say. Finn would prefer otherwise.

It’s a good day to make revisions to text (today, a chapter covering the hours before the Stono Rebellion, 1739, from the perspective of a bondman) and maybe also to see if I can stomach last night’s recorded CNN special about Putin. For now, eating leftovers and about to watch “Nashville” (she said sheepishly).

7 thoughts on “Peering out

  1. Nancy

    Oh that Finney Boy! He is saying, “Mooooooom! I wanna go out!!” (read in whiney voice)
    I could not do any of that work, I understand ‘down for the count’ as I heard it too growing up and feel it nowadays πŸ™‚ Take care.

    1. deemallon Post author

      He always wants a game of fetch. Unless he’s sleeping or eating. But every other minute – he’s ready.

    1. deemallon Post author

      Thank you Stephanie, we did — with blankets and heating pads and a good ole gas-burning furnace!


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