Birds don’t care about snow, cold, or rain; they work hard for their seeds. I sat with them in the rain (I was inside) and appreciated their purpose. I’m off to the eye doctor for a post-surgery check-up. I’ll put up the Pantry requests first. I can also happily say that the children at the Albany International Center for New Refugee Children have enough snacks to last them a while, thanks to the Army of Good. Thanks again; you always come through; it is a miracle to me—small acts of great kindness. Rescuing Love. See you later today with my dilated pupils.