Trudging through the wet snowy world with Peretz, strangely warm for February.

Tried to get folks to read 'The Burrow', see the sense in it, every hidey hole a trap, every escape route a way for the predators to get in

Em told me she'd listen to 'Fox in the Snow' & think of me, apt enough, I suppose, strange the states people get themselves into, get themselves thinking holing up with a cold, hungry fox for winter a bright idea.

Poor dumb bunnies.