It's been almost sunny, almost almost, but with intermittent bouts of blizzards, strong winds and some rain. I wanted to go on a longer doggy-walk, a mini hike, up the river to the lakes a few towns over, say fifteen miles or so, and the General wouldn't let me, worried I might get eaten by a bear. Neither of us has ever seen a bear, but you know what they say about being killed by a cow: chances are very small, but never zero.

Had an almost nice dream, too. Did I mention I found a tiny fossil?