Still no fish.

Saw these turkeys on Highway 512 two times now. Actually had to stop the truck and wait for them to cross the road. John says I should have brought one home. I gave it serious thought until I gave more serious thought to who would pluck it.

Cabin fever getting worse. John's out front "fly fishing" in his shorts and snow boots. Hasn't caught anything but the trees yet. Found Gabby trying to bury her tennis ball in the snow out by the wood shed. Her favorite frisbie's still out there; got buried in the December snow storm, and haven't seen it since. It'll surface in the spring. It always does.

There's nothing on TV and a half-finished (or half-started, depending on your point of view) basket drying out on the dining table. Hard time getting going today.