There is a purring fluffy, charcoal gray cat in my lap (not on the keyboard, finally) and a buff tabby on my polar fleece three feet away, the pellet stove is roaring, seven inches of heavy slushy snow is on half of the driveway (this afternoon's project), and I'm sitting here in my thermals and sweats obsessing about gardening.
The sprouts are up, except for the broccoli raab, which was the newest seed.
They are under the fluorescent lights in the garage getting used to the chill, now I just need to keep them alive until they have a couple sets of leaves and the ground defrosts.
Time to make the pizza dough for dinner...
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