This morning while packing his gym bag for the first time in a couple of months my husband noticed the singular stench of dead mouse wafting from its depths. A smell with which we are quite familiar, unfortunately, living with 2 recovering alley cats as we do. I left before the source was found, I hope he didn’t die in a shoe.
The news is full of dire warnings about a winter storm heading our way. Rain, sleet, ice, thunder, and a foot or more of snow. If it comes to pass this may be the most winter-like winter I’ve experienced since moving here 26 years or so ago.
The new heading of a grasshopper is from last August. A break from this winter, which has made even me (I usually greatly enjoy the winter months) impatient for spring. I detect in myself some envy of my heat-loving friends who bought a camper and moved to Florida for the winter.