I signed up this morning for blogharbor, and here I am, not much to post about, but I'm barely awake anyway.  I had to scrape up a zucchini off the floor as it had collapsed and become a ball of stinky mush.  And Mouse No. 22 is toying with death at the traps.  They are so cute, but as I noted yesterday, they are also cute when dead in a trap.  Sorry, but it is early and I have not much to say. 

Winter is becoming colder; this morning, the house was 60 degrees.  I barely notice the cold in my long winter duds from Lands' End and my velour bathrobe.  The only thing is that, these days, my feet get cold and don't warm up fast.  In my youth, I never had this problem; I had only to direct heat to my feet with my mind, and they would warm up immediately.  Now, I don't know.  But wearing socks works, so....