Snowed In - and Out Sick

Our part of Quebec recently received close to 80 cm. of snow! That's an overwhelming, walloping amount that came down in just 24 hours. Digging out from the back porch was a huge, huge job in itself. The city was pretty much shut down, and people stayed home from work, kids from school. Some doctors and others were transported to their work on snowmobiles. On the verge of being sick with a bad cold or flu - I was tucked safe inside watching it all. Below is an example of how I have been spending my last 2 days, and feel free to break out into Paul McCartney's "Ebony (Mr. Poole) and Ivory (Tristan)".... (and yes, I am under there, somewhere...when it comes to "prime real-estate" like human laps, even sworn enemies call a truce :)



Today, I am officially sick, but I hope the worst is over. When I am sick, I get even more blue than usual - dwelling and wallowing over all sorts of things. I think if it were not for my cats, I'd just stay in bed. They kind of force me to "get with it". I was awoken today (very late) with the beautiful white Tristan perched on my shoulder, which he never does, peering down at me, as if to say, "oye, you down there - you ok?" As soon as he realized I was indeed still alive, he hopped down. I do believe he was genuinely concerned.



"Me and my shadow".... (Manitou and Mr. Poole)



And to close, another sunny amaryllis shot.