Dog made me laugh last evening. I was laying on the floor on my side doing leg lifts and he walked over and plopped down next to me to do the same. I burst out laughing. But when I went to snuggle with him and give him a hug, he got all weird and walked away. He is not a snuggling dog. He loves to be petted and scratched, but don't give him a hug. The complete opposite of my first dog, who loved to rub heads with us and curl up next to us. This dog is the equivalent of a socially awkward person.

Son texted last night that he is also a no on the vacation. Oh well. I tried. Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. That's me. So I'm looking at planning for the best cabin option. There are a few with screen porches which would be nice. I guess I do this with sadness in my heart though. Just have to make the best of it. When it is just honey and me, I have to make all the plans and decisions and meals and I have to listen to the same stories he tells over and over and over and I have to walk at his slow pace. I was hoping for some younger blood to hike with and to hear new stories and experience the joy the grandkids bring.

I did not like the 'best' movie One Battle After Another. I loved the movie Sinners. My sister loved OBAA and did not like Sinners. I think it is pretty true about what they say about you like one or the other, but not both.

It was 0 this morning but at least the wind had died down so there was no -14 windchill like yesterday. I wore my sneakers today too, so my toes are thawing/tingling as I write. I really need to get some winter sneakers with leather uppers instead of mesh! And the trails that were unplowed yesterday were roughly plowed today. It is exhausting walking on frozen ice blobs, it is like walking on softball sized rocks with no steady footing. Going down the lake path I let out a frustrated sigh/yell because I am so sick of all this ice and snow. And we're supposed to get a few more inches tonight. I hate March.