Spent all day fighting the dogs for sofa space and blankets while trying to get over this damnable cold. Patsy Marie (pictured above) sleeps with her eyes half open, like Gandalf. It’s creepy.
Tomorrow my sister and I are getting up early to go pick blueberries. I’m not sure what I’ll do with mine, aside from scattering handfuls in pancakes, salads and champagne punch. Cobbler maybe?