Then there's the cats, and how they cope with cold. Here's Crichton just below, delightfully sandwiched between two toasty fleece blankets that I hand craft daily into a cat hideout for him on the bed. Other than opening his eyes and peeking back, he didn't seem to mind the paparazzi. It's hard being beautiful.
It's more painting on the barn today. Perhaps by days end we'll do another post showing some progress. In the meantime... happy hump-day!