The poor cat got a lion shave, so now he is without most of his fur. He’s still a little loopy from his sedative. For comparison, here is is before the shave.

View from the guest room this morning. Damned cold, but beautiful.

In honor of the first snowfall of the season here in the Fortress, I bring you a picture of me as a three or four year-old, building a snowcat. You may not be able to see the kickin’ Donald Duck hockey mittens, or the snowsuit with the ripoff Apple logo, but I was the epitome of style.