She's there again, one year older.
Although strangely during the whole year I can't remember seeing her there very much. Maybe it's just a January thing. When it's cold or rainy, they want to be in the same room with me, and that's fine. Maybe they'll radiate some heat or lie on my feet.
I wonder if I've ever mentioned how much I hate cold weather. I'm probably not going to be happy about it the next few days either, especially since we have to go out Friday.