Hot and Cold

Flushed with the success of the prior day, rather than sitting on my laurels I spent yesterday packing up all those receipts and papers, filing some and pitching others.  The dining room table gradually emerged and is once again serviceable for meals.  One thing led to another and (drum roll please) I dusted the living room!  I know!  Hey, when you're hot, you're hot!

It was rainy and cold most of the day.  What is it the farmers say?  "Can't dance, and it's too wet to plow."  Fired up the wood stove to take the chill out of the air and just kept moving.  Ralph and Celeste came out of hiding.  Ralph discovered the hummingbird feeder right outside a living room window; better than TV for a cat.  Linda commented that the "kittens" are not lightweight.  Celeste is ten pounds, Ralph is twelve pounds.  I cannot carry both of them at the same time.  In addition to paddling in the potty, Ralph barely waits for me to come out so he can play patty-paws in the shower stall.

The Sacramento valley is becoming Tornado Alley.  All news channels were reporting funnel clouds and touch-downs throughout the afternoon.  As the weather was moving toward them, I checked in with Deb and Craig.  They live in the suburbs.  The broadcasters were advising anyone in danger to "get down into a ditch or basement."  Deb and Craig had neither and Craig wouldn't have had time to dig a ditch, so it was a very good thing that the winds passed them by.

It was a good day.