We had a snowy day yesterday, a perfect scene for co-convalescing with Chuck, who is dealing with some gut problems while I snuffle with a head cold and the fallout from days of insomnia. As always, despite his litterbox woes, he remains peppy and enthusiastic, and I tried to emulate his good cheer. We enjoyed a wood fire and a blanket. I drank tea and Chuck drank canned-food gruel. I read a book and Chuck kept an eye out for squirrels. This morning, I hope, we will both feel refreshed.

I'll be back at my desk today, diving into the editing projects that were on hiatus while I was gallivanting last week. I'll get onto my mat, and finish the housework I didn't finish yesterday, and mix up dough for pizza.

Tom's been working all weekend on photos from Sarasota. Here are a few from Slate--