20.9 degrees outside this morning. It was a comfor

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(Post on our trip to Colorado to see my new grand daughter, Alise.  Feb. 2014)

20.9 degrees outside this morning. It was a comfortable for sleeping 57 degrees inside the Casita, then the furnace kicked in and quickly brought it up to a toasty 63. I slept ok but not as well as the night before. I believe that I have a touch of altitude sickness, which I usually have the first night or two in the mountains. It will go away by tonight.

Max is doing well. He likes getting out of the car and having some run around time. He started last night curled in his own bed, but when I woke he was beside me. I don't think it was for warmth, he just likes to be in physical contact. In. The car, Max often climbs onto the lumpy console between the seats so he is close to me rather than staying on the soft pad I keep in the passenger seat.

We do not have an agenda for today. I will feed Max and fix coffee then see what happens.


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