Beautiful frosty morning, through the kitchen window.
British Colombian peaks poking the blue sky.
The new deck , looking like a blue shag carpet.
Cold and bright, gorgeous day. Dexter takes me out on a very slow walk, Good boy, is taking his pills at the moment , hidden in his favorite chicken dish from the Chinese take out. Back to his roots, perhaps. Not sure how long this good luck will last. I have tried everything, Roast beef, cheese, butter, nut butter, rice balls, hamburger, cake, with very little success. Thank you General Zhou !