It has been snowing since I woke up. In spite of snow tires, it took twice as long as usual to drive to the STC general meeting, so I came in just at the end. I picked up the handout and demolished a few sandwiches and crunchy vegetables, followed by a handful of strawberries.
A group of us, including tonight’s speaker, went across the street to the Milestones restaurant and had some appetizers. I had a soft drink since I was driving that evening. The conversation was lively and wide-ranging. Finally about 10:30 p.m. we separated. I gave the speaker a ride down to her hotel, so she could see a bit of the city instead of taking the subway. Then, on the way home, I reached our local grocery store about 11:30 p,m. and bought a few things.
At the house, I tramped out a path for the tires to our parking slip, then drove in and made it on the first try. I checked the cat door, which is in a cellar window: blocked. I went outside and dug down to it. The snow beside the house is higher than my boot-tops. Then I took a shovel and cleaned off the front walk, plus a narrow path to the house. By that time, one cat had ventured outside but the snow was too deep for him to go far. I was hot from shovelling, so I leaned on he porch railing and watched him search for snow-mice and jump for snowflakes. Then I put away the groceries and called it a night. The cat came in, too, and he and his brother spent fifteen minutes bouncing out of ambush and chasing each other all over the house.
