Sometime last night a dusting of snow fell. The morning sun is going to melt it away pretty damn fast. That's fine. Except for that Cyclone Bomb that froze our tidily winks off back around Christmas, this winter's been more temperate than usual, at least here in Central PA. Everyone who pays a heating bill appreciates that.
Biggie has evidently decided he's no longer going to be sleeping on the bed. He's also decided that the new bed I bought him makes a decent pillow. Go figure. My biggest challenge is sleeping on more than an eighteen-inch wide strip at the edge of the bed. I'm making progress.
I baked a peach pie yesterday using some of the peaches I froze. It's... okay. I don't remember baking one before, and instead of looking at a recipe I sort of, well, winged it. It's tasty, but it doesn't really have a peachy flavor. I did mix in some walnuts because I like nuts. I think I'll use my remaining peaches to make cobblers, they're easier.