I really need to find a place in the warm. A lovely beach. A small cottage by the sea.

I keep telling The Curmudgeon this cold weather will be the death of me.

Once again my use of the inhaler has ramped up to several times a day…it is prescribed at two puffs every four hours as needed. Well, it has been needed.

Lucy isn’t real pleased with the snow and cold either.

Wanted: A cottage by the warm sea. A place for my dog and me.

The Curmudgeon likes it here, he hasn’t the courage to move away, so he can stay.