Grey. With occasional sun. The snow piles are melting slowly. 45 at midday. Before and after, colder.
My dear friend has lost three pets in the last month. The third, yesterday. To age and/or disease. That is too much for any one to take. Her elderly parents, in another state, have lost their daily care givers. My friend has been driving back and forth, training new care givers.
With that foremost in my mind tonight, I have nothing to complain about.
And not much to write.
Tomorrow is Riley's seventh birthday. My "bowl" is full.