I had all sorts of things to do over the weekend. I was supposed to go to Tulsa and work and go to meetings and stuff. But the sickness put a stop to my plans and I spent the whole weekend in bed. I was still a bit sketchy today, but I think tomorrow will be the day I'm back on top.

That doesn't mean much since we're iced in here.

Tino has a habit of running to the door in full greyhound mode after he goes potty outside, and when he did that tonight, he slid on a patch of ice right into the door. It was like watching the Road Runner in a cartoon, where the legs are moving but the body is going nowhere.

Stay warm!