D.O.P.-T. (yesterday)

Another exhausting week. Cold, too. And the dog has developed a disconcerting habit of barking me awake for evening walkies an hour or two before my alarm goes off. Apparently she lies beside me, barking in my ear.

D.O.P.-T.

It was warmer today, and pretty sunshine. The grass in the backyard is long again; I would have mowed it if I hadn't remembered all the frost that had been on it when I got up and that was presumably keeping it damp.