It’s been cold and gloomy; Zinnia, Fate, and Bud have figured out their warming tricks – all three sit by the window and wait for the sun to pop out of the clouds or pass by. Peaceable Kingdom. Animals know how to find the sun.

I’m off to Saratoga for a doctor’s appointment, the last one in a while; I’m feeling the itch to offer some perspective on politics after I get home. As some of you have requested, and there are no arguments, just observations.

Later.