Gray January

I guess I should be happy that I'm not sitting under a couple feet of snow, or that cars aren't careening into one another on the ice outside the front door, but were have a gray and boring January. The fog has settled in and isn't going anywhere. Even the cats have shown little interest in the out-of-doors, determining that it's too cold for more than a fast jaunt round the yard to make sure that there aren't any marauding squirrels. Then it's back inside to settle down on the quilt or, in Dash's case, the heater vent.