Oh to be a little cat napping on a quilt in a sunbeam.

One cat finds warmth in a sunbeam while the other hogs the heating vent.

Problematic: Threads sends me a push alert of a two-day old post about snow that has already fallen.

West side of Indy final total:

My ancient cat had had his annual realization that the fireplace is warm and so spends a great deal of time there — whether the fire is on or not.

I would die for Oliver, the airport stress dog.

I’m in Phoenix for work and before my flight home I wanted to try a local food. I found a fry bread restaurant that won a James Beard Award. Their tacos are a fusion of native and Mexican cuisine. This is refried beans and green chili beef.

Jail. Right to jail.