indiana territory

Ah, another Sunday, another porch sitfest

I am in the same corner of the sofa and there is still snow on the overgrown shrubs that shield the windows, making this seem like a cabin in the forest. I doubt, though, a cabin would have so many windows as this converted porch, so we will just pretend a little here.

No football today, which I don't really mind. Maybe I will find a DVD to watch - a movie I have already seen so I can let my attention wander and do other things, but not miss any of the plot and be sure to be present for my favorite scenes. Do we have 55 Days at Peking in the house?

There is a cat in North Carolina named Henry and he has a blog; we found out about him when we were posting about Tom Coughlin and frostbite and mistakenly referred to his site as "four dirty paws" instead of "four dainty paws". Actually, come to think of it, dainty seems like a feminine adjective for the most part. Well, it is of no consequence.

Henry of the dainty paws suggested that Sydney start a blog of his own. Sydney says he's going to pass on that and will rely on me to pass on anything noteworthy. It is not that he wishes to be a dog of mystery, but that with him, still water runs deep. Oh, he gets really excited and can be pretty bossy, but he holds things close to his heart - though his eyes and nuzzle are so dear tears can come to your eyes . . . and a tightness in your throat.

We love you, Sydney; please stay with us a long, long time.

posted by Jody @ 9:16 AM