Around these here parts, February is also known as “the month what the youngin’s don’t get edumacated because it’s all snowified.” Which is to say there hasn’t been a week this month where at least one day has been canceled due to snow — sometimes when there was hardly any snow at all. At least today there is an appreciable amount of the stuff; so naturally, today is the day I had to drive somewhere — namely to the vet, to drop off Zeus, so he could drop off a couple of testicles. His testicles, to be clear, unless he’s sneakily managed to add a decoy pair he got somewhere. In which case, I really don’t want to think about it, and I trust the vet will not be dissuaded. She’s seen a lot of cat testicles in her time.
How’s it with you?