Monday night, I explained to George and Alan all about the big adventure they would have
on Tuesday: how they would get to ride in the trailer, enjoy some meaningful social interaction,
maybe get a little buzzed. They saw right through my euphemisms for "going to the vet"
and spent the night wishing and hoping that they wouldn't have to go.
And wouldn't you know it? Their wishes came true.
They got a snow day.
I wasn't about to take them anywhere in their icy chariot, so we rescheduled for Thursday.
October was unseasonably warm here, so we were all surprised by the rude change in temperature.
I had to fire up the woodstove last night for the first time since March.
Hibernation season has begun.