Almost nothing of Lovey was visible this morning.
She was wondering what fresh hell this day would bring. Her enthusiasm for winter wanes by the day. Pepper was disguised as a brown fleece lump and Scrappy was pretending to sleep so he wouldn't have to go outside. The Cruel Food Woman (that would be I) shooed them out into the frigid morning, where business was carried out at a brisk pace. It feels like January. The kitchen wasn't as warm as I would have liked it - mostly because the heat duct was blocked by a feline body. So I roasted a butternut squash. Nothing like adding heat and aroma at the same time.