The day is clear and cold, the moon a gift in the sky. I left the water running a bit so the pipes didn't freeze, and the water heater is doing its job, and the kittens are staying cuddled on blankets, so all is warm and cozy here. What a day to venture out and again have the joy of blood drawn. I've ransacked the house for my gloves of which I have many and located only one pair, but I'm dressed and scarved in wool, and ready to greet the medical world again. I see the surgeon today so am hoping to breeze on through. I am surprised to see how few people are signed up for the peace rallies this evening. Maybe people are planning just to show up. We'll see. The arrogance of Bush continues to amaze me. He does not seem to hear or understand. It is baffling, and is not putting a pall on my day. I'm frisky as a kitten and exuberant as a winter storm sea.