Bad to Worse

I’m happy to say that so far, the Apocalypse Weather Bear has given us no more than a light sifting, rather than dumping whole buckets of the white stuff on us. Long may this continue. We were in Aberdeen yesterday, where we copped all sorts of weather in the course of ten hours or so, a random offering of sun, rain, mist, snow, sleet, and freezing fog, but  we've been able to stay at home today - I've taken a day off exam related bureaucracy in order to work on a paper for Oxford, while the Professor's had an article he's trying to fight to a finish. The temperature today has been oddly fluctuant. It was very cold this morning, but when we took the dog for a walk in the wood (which was perfectly beautiful, each twig carrying a fluffy white coat) it warmed up very appreciably and was really pleasant. Now it’s got cold again. Meanwhile, just to add variety to our otherwise tedious lives, Miss Dog has taken up badness. If the Professor decides he would like  to sit in his own chair, handy for the phone, Miss Dog goes off to our bed, if you please. Also, as is my wont, I bought a couple of packs of chicken thighs, and skinned them before putting them up, separately wrapped, in the freezer. The skins I put on the kitchen windowsill for the rough cat. Some time later, Miss Dog asked to go out. A sudden suspicion flashed across my horrid mind, and I nipped out of the back door. I was not wholly surprised to see that the windowsill was bare. The dear little doggie has mastered the art of standing on her hind legs.  Still, we had better make sure that she’s properly shut in the kitchen tonight. There was a lot of chicken skin, and it’s very high fat compared to what dogs usually eat.