It's very quiet. Pyrite the recluse cat is the only one happy. Spook misses the King Charles Spaniel Biscuit. He had just gotten her trained, first with a pop on the nose and later with a swat on the rump, and now she's gone. We heard Ben had a cry back in Chicago - he wants to move to Wyoming. He's missing his grandparents. Grandpa feels a little guilty about buying him a box of powdered sugar donuts and a fudge brownie on their trip to the grocery store for bagels. It was up to daddy to offset the spoiling later.
The temperature dipped to 20 degrees last night. I ran the furnace in the camper to keep the water pipes from freezing. I'll blow out the lines today.
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