I'm not able to take any photos lately. The batteries in the camera died. We once had a crazy surplus of AA batteries, but no longer. Greeley pounces on any battery left out in the open. Or on a shelf in the pantry. Or hidden in the back of a closet. No, I don't know what she does with them. They haven't materialized under a couch or in an unexpected drawer yet. Perhaps she's putting them in the hole in the family room couch?
The point is, I haven't taken any pictures lately. So, we have to go back through some shots previously not considered exciting enough for publication. As a result, I give you:
Atlee washing her hands after using the bathroom.
And why yes, it is a new low around here. Thank you. Thank you very much.
If you're sick of winter, or even if you're not, you should hop over to the Patio Boat and read my big brother's latest poem, In February.