Chillin'...

...literally and figuratively. My litte apt. is about to get some supa' dupa' window and door sealing. Adam, who is back for a spell, is seen as a frozen mancicle, right beside some frozen Honeydog and Lillydog pops.

He may not be able to leave until spring, unless I get some better R-value on the place.

 In other news, the skiing last weekend was superb, thin, and once-in-a-while wet. It rained yesterday a bit and now it is snowing again...ah, the cramped sine curve.

It's true, my cravings for flesh of nearly any type (trying to keep outta the pork stash) has far outweighed any phony idealism or Krsna teachings. May the God(s?) have mercy on my canines.