It is getting cold. Not cold enough to be good deer hunting weather, but cold enough to keep the damned windows closed.

So sunday, the sisterinlaw makes a meatloaf, inside which are sausages, potatos, and hardboiled eggs. The meal is divine, and the leftovers are intense.

As is the gas.

A painful and horrid moment to not be able to open windows, I will say with no hesitation whatsoever.

The dog, on the other hand, is sleeping in the living room, away from the source of the evilness.