It's been a very cold couple of weeks. Today that cycle breaks. Can't say I'm not happy about that. We've really gotten off easy, I know that, but damn, it's been frigid. 

Gatto has been serenading us with the song of his people nearly nonstop. The boy has mating on his mind. Ten more days, then....snip snip. I have never heard until now some of the sounds he makes. It sounds like something otherworldly. I've got neutering on my mind.

I still have one stallion, Zing. He was my orphan baby. He's a gentle clown, but still a guy. Romance is in the air by about mid February, the mares are in an adjacent pasture where he doesn't notice them until the magic is in the air. Then we get a high-tail strut and grunt show from him. He also puts on a show for them when he comes in. That's more like ballet moves. 

I may make lasagna today, it all depends on what my body will let me do. My tomatoes are all frozen but I do have cans of San Marzano tomatoes so that will work. My mother was a dreadful cook but her red sauce and lasagna were fantastic. As I write this, I think tomorrow. That will give me time to make focaccia. Decisions.

I made soup, surprise!, yesterday with plenty leftover for lunch today. Mark has been enjoying soup, it must be the radiation treatments have gone to his brain. He tolerated soup, lately he enjoys it. What? I had three rather weary looking chard leaves and about five frozen broccoli florets I put in the soup, I had one of each in my bowl. Waste not and all that. 

Frieda Monster is crawling around my desk and now has made herself comfortable on the pillow I have behind my back. I think it's a hint. She wants me out of here so she can have the pillow to herself. Greedy little tortie. I will give her what she wants and pretend I'm going to be productive. I think there's one more cup of coffee in the pot. Until tomorrow.....