Snowy day . . .

In order to get out my front door, I’ll need to shovel through 2′ of snow. Now it’s starting to blow. Not much sense in trying to get out until it settles down I think. Well, at least I don’t want to go out in that snowy, blowy mess quite yet. The cats are frustrated. Kitty Boy actually went down the steps (you can’t see them), now he’s back in.