There's a cold wind blowing, and it's not entirely unpleasant.

Just outside my bedroom door there's a sleeping dog named Ishtar.  She's half chow, half wolf.  Since I have no real neices or nephews, she's taken their place.  My nephew is named Sebastion.  He lives 30 miles away with my sister and brother-in-law.  I'm not weird about it, or anything.  They don't get Christmas presents from me.  But I do sometimes talk to them.

Four or five basil plants are dying from the cold on my balcony.  They went into shock last Saturday when it froze.  But the tube of caulk that resides in a nearby tree doesn't care.  Funny, that.

I don't talk to the basil or tube of caulk, though.

That'd just be strange.