I’ve been buried under with show choir arrangements these past two weeks, and finally this morning, there seems to be an end in sight.  At least, I hope there is.

The cold, frigid temperatures appear to be making their curtain call, today, as they steadily climb to the upper 40’s by week’s end.

My friend, Jeff Carter, took a nasty spill a few weeks back, breaking his leg, again, this being the second time within a year.  He had surgery last week, and has returned to week with the aide of a walker.

The dogs… the dogs are great.  The girls are now half Chief’s height, and do not seem to be slowing down – in growth, or energy.  Chief is ever the protector, but always the biggest kid of all when it comes to playing on the floor of my study.  When Chief sprawls out, the girls tend to be snuggled next to him, or on top of him.

I am hoping to have all arranging completed by the weekend so I can return to a normal life of sleep, relaxation, and more play time with the dogs.