The only news around here is that it is bitterly and miserably cold.
10 degrees Fahrenheit as I write. I wore two pairs of pants, two sweaters, two scarves etc etc to take the dog out.
Mostly I spy things out of the window...
There is only a little bit of snow...
but it's clear and biting and bright...
and extra cold in shadow.
The street is rather quiet.
When I go out, I look for spots of color. A bit late for donning the gay apparel. Ah Chelsea!
At home, I fill a Moroccan bowl with mandarins.
At the weekend I had help celebrating my birthday.
My cake was splendid.