So, the latest on the Pride front, then.

The weather has been wet and cold, never pleasant on this abused, arthritic, and somewhat broken up frame. It's an evil twist on the classic thermostat competition between married couples; the need for the warmth to ward off the aches and pains in the worn out frame of the male after years of active service versus (and here is the evil twist part) the effects still felt by the not-quite-post-menopausal female and her need for cool.

The evil part not considered back when I took a wife who is ten years younger than me; there are certain things one does not think about such as this combination of demand for warmth and cool overlapping. In these moments you are lucky to get away with the love of your life merely snapping, "Well, put something warm on."

And so I do, as Hobbes, Grrr, (who side with me on the winter thermostat debate) and I start a kitten pile for shared warmth and mutual support. GRIN!

Yesterday morning:


Last evening:


As I write this little missive this morning:


You might notice a theme, here.