In contrast to yesterday, this morning dawned through a grey ice fog. The trees are all beautifully flocked with hoar frost. Outside it is bleak, but at the same time beautiful.
Tucker has begun to make his presence felt in the form of scooping up small items and carrying them away. I spent several minutes today looking for a missing slipper, only to find it on our bed. One of my work gloves found its way there too.
Molly came out and about with us this afternoon. She's not so much impressed with the snow and cold; she had reluctantly given up her night time excursions.