Bessie Anne bounds around in the snow like a puppy. As shaggy as her back is, she has never had any hair on her belly; just the thought of it makes me shiver. Back on the porch, her legs are covered in icy snowballs. I brush them off as best I can, she chews off others, and the rest melt on the rug. Pearl has not left the house for days, deigning to use the indoor "latrine" provided.
Not much has melted, so it looks like a rerun of yesterday outside. Doesn't look like more snow this morning, although the clouds to the southeast are pretty dark. If I miss another entry here, be patient; the sun will shine again!