The temperature has been below zero all day, and tomorrow isn’t going to be much warmer. I think my brain may have frozen as I can’t think of anything to write about tonight. I’m wondering what Freya is dreaming about. She’s making these strange little growling and whining noises as she sleeps, and her legs are making “running” motions. I’m guessing she’s dreaming about chasing small critters. I could be wrong, though. I am remembering the “Dog Dancing” episode of “King of the Hill” where Bill is thinking the same thing about his Rottweiler, and the Rottweiler is actually dreaming about chasing and biting Bill.
That’s it. Nothing else in my brain tonight. Frozen solid.