The thermometer seems perpetually frozen in the teens this morning, but my fox is back, curled up under the pines, fast asleep. I don't know how wild animals survive in these temperatures. He wasn't there early in the morning, but once the sun was well up, somewhere in the seven-to-eight a.m. range, I spied that now-familiar ball of fur under the trees. He's curled up much tighter than usual, but snoring pleasantly away in the sun.
Today I am working on getting some of the LW rehearsal video up on the website. I've been neglecting them so! But today there will be a treasure trove of goodies for the PC members!