Hardly past Tgiving, and Boston just had it's second Noreaster! Snow
and ice all over the place. "They" say maybe a third one coming, but
hoping for rain first. Had rain after the first one, or we'd still be
shoveling. To get this a bit on topic, Bert looks out, even makes me
open the door, but mostly looks up at me, as in "you nuts?", and racks
out again. Not enough to have gifts to buy; now I have a skyrocketing
litter expense! At least his little victims must be underground.

So anyone who happens to be enjoying a Kiwi cocktail in balmy sunshine
should take pity. On the Berts, if not we people