It’s really cold these last few days. Bruno jumps up on the side of the bed with his front paws and he sniffs at me to wake me up, as if to say time to get up. The house is cold at 7am when Bruno and I head downstairs. The open fire is out. Nothing sadder than black coals on a cold morning.

We headed out for a walk, we did some grocery shopping, watched the people heading about their business in coats, and jackets, and scarves and gloves. We scampered back home to the open fire to warm ourselves up again with our lunch. It was far too cold to eat out, you know, sitting outside somewhere with Bruno. 

Pork rolls and sesame rice balls and juice and putting our feet up and that is the end of the weekend, as such. Nothing sadder than the end of the weekend. And really, the end of the day for us. We stayed inside, not venturing out again.