. . . you cannot possibly be comfortable . . .

. . . you cannot possibly be comfortable . . .

On a cold winter day Lucy dozes in front of the window, on the day bed in the cozy man cave.

Achilles, dozy dog on his cushy bed.

It is remarkable that this former schoolhouse has survived a wave of old building knockdowns intended to open up another one fifth acre of cropland.
While I’m glad it has survived to this time, I cannot help wondering how much longer its charmed life will continue,

A House Sparrow cocks it head and looks up.
