Things are quiet here this week. Mike and I are both working Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. Besides Molly developing a fascination with unrolling and shredding toilet paper, there's nothing much new.
The thermometer declared that it was minus 25 outside when I left the warmth of my bed this morning. The woodstove is radiating a cheerful coziness, and I have Heart Healthy Flax/Bran/Apple/Carrot/Raisin/Nut Muffins in the oven; they're smelling heavenly.
Buck is looking brighter. His wound continues to drain, and as it has become very cold, he's developed serosanguinous icicles at the exit site. Not so heavenly.
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