I'm Dreaming

Of a snowblower for Christmas. Dreaming is the operative word.

This is a view from one of the windows as Mace and I left the hospital a couple of hours ago. I'm quite sure the sun never made an appearance through the whole day of blowing and snowing. So the golden glow making shadows through the snow daubed window must be from an outdoor security light. I didn't notice it until I plugged the camera card into the computer.

Mace did her very best therapy dog impersonation today. She invited herself onto a couple of beds and was invited onto others. She's always mild mannered but today she shone, even if the sun didn't.