A patch of blue

Oh! `darkly, deeply, beautifully blue', / As someone somewhere sings about the sky.
Lord Byron



The sky is blue, the temps are warm, the snow is melting, but the ice underfoot covers every surface. I've installed my shoe grips, I have a funeral home visit to make today, the dad of a childhood friend has passed away. He and my mother were childhood pals too.

The cats are certainly happier than we are with their controlled separation. They had a bit of a set back Friday morning, I was in the bathroom when they interacted rather negatively on either side of a glass door. I don't know how it started, but it's depressing. It's a long process, but we love them and forge on with hope.