Dammanimals

The new reduced-friction environment this morning–with yet another nuisance-dusting of powdery snow–seems consistent with the creature-induced lack of traction this morning.

First, it took special tools to extract the hens from the henhouse because I neglected to lean the plywood protection over the front of the  house as we routinely do when its inhabitants are threatened with ice, snow or wind. Which has been just about every night since mid-December.

So the slide latch had just enough ice on it that fingers–especially very cold ones–were not enough to get the coop in operation. Spend five minutes fumbling around to find a metal banger of some kind.

Back at the house, Tsuga the dog is still freaking, because I forgot.

For maybe five seconds this morning, I played back an audio recording and he heard it from the other room and jumped to rush to my desk and stand quivering like he’d been injured.. I’d been reading these very words into the microphone for a half hour, no problem.

But let him here even the faintest hint of my voice over the computer, he goes nuts–as I’ve reported here before. But never has it been more of a problem (at least for me) until I started thinking “audio” for an increasing amount of my daily word-work on the computer. Must. Remember. Headphones!