Postcard from the Beach
I don't have a return address, so I'm responding to them here.
Things are fine; it hasn't snowed much at all, really. I had one big day where I shoveled from my door to the car, and then from the big tree to the road, and then shoveled the road. The foxes laid tracks all over the yard. I stayed home from work today but I won't have to move snow at all. Today we had what must be called sun-snow. Either there were secret clouds or it was so bitterly cold that the snowflakes had drifted gently and intact onto leaves and were thence lifted by the wind. I couldn't capture the effect by camera. Let me know when you open the whisky from Holland.
Tigger's been good; Barb left him catnip and I will bring him some more later in the week. Take care of yourselves, too; wear sunscreen!
Reach out to each other for no good reason. That is a good reason.
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