Weather in the Tries:

It’s farking cold! Indeed, it is.  As I write this (Sunday) The hound and I arose from our warm bed to 7F outside. Believe me, he didn’t spend any more time outside than necessary! Mostly, it won’t be above freezing until Saturday next, when it is scheduled to get to 33. And that’s during the day. Nights are, of course, colder. My First Sister of Choice lives in Spokane. It’s even colder there. Fortunately, she has cats who are loving and help keep both her and First Brother-in-Law of Choice, warm. I hope they still have heat!!

A Thunder of Dragons:
Yes, one of the names a group of dragons is called, is a Thunder. Also, a Horde, a Flight, a Clan, or anything else you want to call them.

I have mentioned a time or two before, that when something goes wrong, we just call the office, and they send over the maintenance guru. So, when Housemate Dan accidentally broke the window in our office, the inside glass of a double paned window, the office had a window guy out here toot sweet. Then the office called last Wednesday to say the window man would install our new window any time after noon that day. Today is Sunday. The window has not yet been fixed. Oh, well….

What has me concerned are the Ice Dragons. A few came yesterday, but last night a whole Thunder arrived, all trying to get through the window, at least through the cracks, if not the cardboard. Poor things, they’re cold. The only problem is, if they succeed in gaining entrance to the apartment, they’ll die in the warmth they seem so hell-bent to reach. 

I think I would change Thunder to something better. These little guys are cute, delicate, downright beautiful. They are also stealthy. Hey! That’s it, a Stealth of Ice Dragons. The larger dragons thunder when in a group and beat their wings and ‘purr,’ as they did when smaller dragon larvae. The size differential between a dragon larva and a full-grown adult dragon, makes for a much louder and most frightening purr of dragons who love to fly and chase their meal; Ice Dragons are much too dainty to either thunder as they fly, or purr loud enough for mere mortal ears to hear. They also do not chase their prey, for they have none beyond the clouds of winter.

Photo of the Week:
A Stealth of Ice Dragons on the outside of our office window, trying to sneak through the cracks of the inside window. Enough heat must escape they can feel it. 

From the Paws of the Big Chihuahua:
I told my human that enough is enough, and don’t wake me again until it’s warmer. Well, unless it’s for food or a very fast trip outside. She even comes into my room and pulls a blankie over me to help me stay warm on my bed. (She and I are still discussing the bed ~ she says it’s hers, I say it’s mine. It’s mine during the day, and at night, it’s hers, but we really share.)

Quote of the Week:

“People don’t notice whether it’s winter or summer
when they’re happy.” – Anton Chekhov