Touched the weather widget on my phone last night to see the 5-day forecast. Present evening temperature? Minus zero (-0). I wondered how this differed from plus zero (+0).
No worries. By Saturday it will be 45°! Better yet, the weatherlady on TV said there is a 40% chance of Spring! Better than -40%, right?
Harry threw up late last night on the snow in the backyard. Happy Wife, who had gotten up to let him out, retrieved it, brought it inside, and inspected it like one inspects crime scene evidence. Nothing suspicious — undigested kibble and green beans. We were made aware when we adopted Harry that he has gastric torsion. This is a life-threatening condition in a dog when it occurs, but manageable over time if he survives. He’s a frenetic eater and to avoid another torsion event we deliberately slow him down by feeding him a handful of kibble at a time. If we fed him what we feed Lucy — beef, rice, beans — we fear he’d scarf it up way too fast for his own good. After last night we’re going to return to feeding him Beneful (from Iams), which, despite our misgivings, does appear to agree with his sensitive GI tract.
Oh, and would you look at that, the sun has just breached the Chugach mountains and is now beaming through the kitchen window. It’ll be with us today until 8:33 pm, past 9:00 pm come April. Take that winter!