December 8, 2009
White Dog is constantly amazed at our weather here in Albuquerque. We awoke this morning to freezing rain, sleet, and snow. None of us wanted to get out of the bed much less trudge off down the slippery driveway to scrape off the car (poor Steve) or be pelted by ice while attending to morning hygiene (very wet and cold White Dog). Mid morning the moisture left and gusty howling canyon winds made everything creak and bend. It was chilling to the bone and threatened to topple over anyone brave enough to venture out. Now it is afternoon and our famous New Mexican blue skies have returned, the winds are gentle, and the sun is warm. White Dog lies on the deck watching birds; the drama of the early day melted away.