Sigh. This was supposed to be my relaxing day. No choir (the parish was on a retreat at the beach)(Why I wasn't there? You think I'm an extrovert?!) so I was going to spend the morning blogging. Maybe, we would take a hike in the remnants of the snow in the afternoon. I like doing that on Superbowl Sunday because the woods are so peaceful.
Instead, I spent the morning sleeping with a sore throat and a fever. The closest I got to going outside was watching younger son and his friends throw snowballs at each other. I don't feel up to much, but I don't want to sleep too much, otherwise I probably won't be able to sleep tonight. I've going through and cleaning up photos on the computer.
Here's one of a dinnertime visitor on Tuesday night. Younger son and I had gone to the science museum that morning, and we spent quite a while watching the opossums. They were unusually active, and I hadn't previously noticed what sweet faces they have. Here's one that came to eat whatever it could find under the bird feeder that evening: