The Snowstorm . . .

 . . . on Saturday wasn't as bad as some had predicted.  The temperature did drop into the low teens overnight.  I bundled up in many layers Sunday morning for chores.  I fed the dog and cats, did the hog chores, and scooped snow away from doors.  Back in the house, I stripped off the layers and washed up for breakfast and then realized that I had forgotten to feed brother's cows!  So, I re-bundled and headed back outside to finish chores.  Oh well, the cold air is refreshing!

The oldest farmer is still in the hospital.  The doctor has been trying to wean him off of oxygen.  He has days of progress followed by days of digression.  It makes for a lot of uncertainty for what will happen if and when he is discharged.  Not easy decisions at this stage of life.

Who knoweth not in all these things that the hand of the Lord hath wrought this?  In whose hand is the soul of every living thing, and the breath of all mankind.                                 Job 12: 9,10