Yeah, I prolly didn't need to hear that part about the fox ...

So!  The weekend!  Despite my intentions, an alarmingly large portion of it was taken up with Rescue Drama.  By Sunday afternoon I was able to extract myself out of all the chaos, and I am going to STAY out of the chaos for the foreseeable future.  I'll continue to foster, because I love it, but there is no way in hell I'm going to spend any more time on the politics.  I'm discovering that rescue work (around here, anyway) is kind of like what they say about sausage-making, i.e., you really, REALLY don't want see the process that leads to the results.  It ain't pretty.  By the time I removed myself from the situation, I may or may not have exploded all over some rescue people on Facebook, but I have no f*cks left to give for people who are in this for their own selfish motivations.  I'm in it for the cats.

Sunday morning I woke with good intentions.  I was going to clean the bathroom, do some painting, GET THE FRICKING CHRISTMAS DECORATIONS OFF THE FRONT PORCH, sheesh, but for some reason I got to thinking about home fries.  Home fries are one of those foods that I simply cannot cook at home and have it come out tasting anything like it does at the diner.  Thoughts of home fries led to thoughts of eggs benedict, and before I knew it, I found myself at the diner, cleaning my plate.

I have no regrets.  It was damn good.  I *did" manage to get a Jillian workout in, later in the day, so there is that.

And I took a plate of cookies over to my dear neighbor Jud, who continues to snowblow my driveway without being asked.  I got to chatting with him and his wife, and pretty soon they were telling me alllll about the rabid fox who had terrorized the neighborhood a couple of years ago.   I couldn't help but wonder if it was the fox who had been making appearances in MY backyard a while back, but that really doesn't bear thinking about, does it?

On the plus side, the snow's so gotdam deep that the deer haven't been around.  Normally late February is when I start netting the gardens, to prevent the deer from eating the bulb sprouts as they pop up, but seeing as how the gardens are all covered under two feet of snow right now, looks like I can relax for a while yet. 

It was nineteen below in my backyard when I got up this morning.  This is the time of year when I start thinking about how if I wanted to live in Alaska I'd f*cking well MOVE there, but on the radio this morning they were talking about how it is actually WARMER in Alaska right now than it is here. *sigh* This is ALSO the time of year when it seems impossible that I will ever have to mow the lawn again, let alone a few short months from now, but there ya go.  

Daylight savings time is coming.  SPRING is coming.  I'm hanging on by a thread, here, but I am indeed hanging on.