Holy mackerel.

Raining heavily this morning, and all day yesterday. Should have started building that ark when I had the chance. Warm as toast (well 65f toast) outside, so snow is not happening. Yesterday we just rattled around the house and watched tv. Allison seems to be mending up well, and my pneumonia is abating, though I may have caught her cold.

Bay ave flooded –

Bagels for breakfast, and a cup of coffee for her, maybe a little cocoa for me.

Having a rest works for me, I hope she’s not getting a little stir crazy.

Pyewacket made a little song came to mind.

Halfway down the stairs is a stair where I sit
There isn’t any other stair quite like it
I’m not at the bottom, I’m not at the top
So this is the stair where I always stop
Halfway up the stairs isn’t up and isn’t down
It isn’t in the nursery, it isn’t in the town
And all sorts of funny thoughts they run through my head
It isn’t really anywhere, it’s somewhere else instead
Halfway down the stairs is a stair where I sit
There isn’t any other stair quite like it
I’m not at the bottom, I’m not at the top
So this is the stair where I always stop