We got a messy and cold storm, but it didn’t last long, although it lasted long enough to put a rock-hard ice wrap all over the car. It took a long time. I’m not going out again today, and I’m sore everywhere.

Zip astonished me once more. Zinnia and he were chasing each other through the snow, and I took this photo. I liked it because it shows the happy Zinnia tearing through the snow with her pal, Zip.

It wasn’t until I saw the photo on my computer that I realized that Zip has once again gotten himself into the photograph of something else.

He can somehow transport himself across space and into another being. I saw his head in the rear of the photo as Zinnia raced by, but only in the computer.

I never saw him when I took the picture.

I don’t know how he did that, and I’m not sure I want to no, but it is impressive and puzzling.

I checked in on the white hen; she had declined a bit. She is still eating and drinking water and can hop up on and off her new roost. I haven’t forgotten that this is a hospice roost for hens. I think she’s weakening, but Maria believes she’s okay.

11:10. The sky is beginning to clear.

I think Lulu is getting tired of the cold. She pleaded with me for an Alfalfa chunk, and she got one since I am a renowned mush.