The morning was getting on and it was time for Pax and me to head out as we always do, but the rain was coming down hard and Pax was anxious. However, bowing to necessity, we went out anyway. Providentially, just as I snapped clip to collar, the rain gave way to snow. The two of us watched the drops grow fat and soft and slow their descent to the hard, cold ground. And, almost at once Pax was happy—anxiety giving way to delight. Needless to say we had a good walk.

Sue left early for Riverknoll to help with T'giving prep, and now is spending the night in observance of meterological conditions. Left to my own devices, I worked on picture frames, a new (and absolutely squirrel-proof) bird feeder rig, and snowblower resuscitation.