it's minus fifteen degrees. it's just cold you say, why get angry. i get scared first, then angry, it kindles minimal heat. 
mister had his best post-surgery poop so far. better than pre-surgery. i was worried last night when he didn't poop he would wake me in the night. he breathed hard a few times and shuffled in his bed but he waited until sunrise. i wish we could feel the sun. i cancelled therapy to stay with mister and to save myself the pain. 3 or 4 walks will be hard enough. drinking the last of the coffee, no fruit or vegetables, we didn't stock up for the cold, but we can last til tomorrow. it won't be much warmer. martin luther king day:minus eleven. least i don't have the pointers. i think of what happens to people like martin. it makes me feel cold, and angry. more, it makes me feel sad in my bones. can you imagine what he would say about obombaland and trumpworld. how far we have gone to reach here.