Wet Goo

I left fog. I came back to fog. Cold wet goo has been sitting on the mountains of NC for quite a spell. And it is liquid wet, not frozen wet as it should be. Today I saw crocus and daffodils poking their little heads up at the Posh Estates. That is not good. It needs to get frozen cold and stay that way until mid-February.

Poor little Button still has a bad cold. He has been sneezing a lot and sleeping all day ever since I got back. I even let him stay inside by himself today. Miss Collar had the cold when I left. She is fine now. Miss Dinah remains unscathed so far.

There is wet goo every where I turn. I am quite ready for it all to turn to ice.