After an extremely cold and long day of indoor recesses, I was gleefully anticipating coming home to a fire and some peace and quiet. Except Fergus our great dane, Ripley the deerhound, and our two cats have also been cooped up for several days as it has been so frosty. I walk in the door to the sound of the Blues Brothers blasting out tunes, cats chasing each other, and a squeaky tossed at my feet by Fergus who was determined to have a game of catch in the kitchen. The one saving grace was supper, which had been spaghetti the night before, was diligently being warmed by my husband who had converted it into a hasty chili. It is now blessfully quiet after the hoo haw upon my entry, but I am still waiting for the fire, as the wood box is empty and I do not want to venture forth into the Great Frosty to get it. ;0)