Snowed In
This day 4 of our isolation here on the side of a mountain. The snow was generous and our driveway is still covered in white. I imagine (no, I know) there is a good layer of ice under the white stuff. The truck will not ascend the driveway. The Man did try, mumbling about getting the mail. I doubt that was the real reason he tried. He disdained all my suggestions for dinner, and he really wanted to go get take-out. He was forced to eat what I offered. I made a nice soup from frozen turkey and potatoes and carrots. It was good, he had to admit. The feral feline colony thought so, too. They were happy to scarf up the leftovers. Lucy almost succumbed to the bitter cold and enter the house. Then she chickened out. I feel certain that Kevin has told them to let me pick them up, that they won't regret it. I am really worried about Scar. Her wounds have opened. It looks like she may have made contact with the ground, and her belly froze to it. Now it is a big raw mess. I want so badly to ...