I am in no hurry to look out the door to the backyard; it is filled with caught in the snow stuff and dog debris. I need a hard freeze with no snow to clean it all out. That won’t be today, though. Which brings me to the question of what will be today. Ah, that’s a hard one. Der Bingle has to stay in Dayton this weekend to field potential work glitches, which works out with the rain since we were going to take the dogs on an outdoor adventure. Rose is not happy, however, for she stayed this week to bolster my spirits with the promise that a relief column would arrive with Der Bingle.

You’d think this was the Alamo to hear her lament about it.