Hmm, Annie must have a sister out there. Attitude is pure Annie, whom, by the way is upstairs, Jackson is downstairs and ne’r the twain shall meet. (or so we hope).
That wind is getting a bit brisk, Gypsy didn’t care for it one bit.
I just pulled thecar into thegarage. Think I might make some hot spiced cider while I’m waiting for the globull warming to kick in.