It's a grey, foggy winter morning of the type I always associate with February-early March. Rain is dripping from the ice/snow packed gutters. Crows are gliding back and forth and cawing. I haven't been outside yet to get the papers--and dread the prospect, frankly--but I hope the rain washes off the snow cover before it all freezes tonight and the rain turns to snow.

They're not expecting much snow, but they've been wrong before.

Coffee is brewing. Never was it needed more.

Today, I hope to start on the receipt collation for the accountant, and maybe dump some paper along the way. Dinner will be salmon loaf, a recipe I pulled off the web involving black beans and a Dijon mustard sauce. It's a salmon loaf kinda day.

Update: rain, rain, rain, and snow cover and frozen ground. Trekked down to the basement to toss in a load of laundry, and was treated to the sight of puddles. Three, so far, caused by seepage where wall meets floor. Looks like some foundation work may be in my future.

Yea.