[picture taken while waiting for the taxi to arrive]
An extremely uneventful flight to Cincinnati from Denver. It takes a journey back home for us to encounter snow. The fluffy snow in the driveway makes me cold by default, even though the house is at its usual comfortable temperature.
The animals were overjoyed to see us: Sophie almost exploded with barking and excitement. Satchel meowed enough to get me to finally give him some food, even though I told him that it was not Cat Snack Time. His training is strong: every time a human enters the house through the front door, Satchel is supposed to get fed. He has no problem with any of the internal logic, or external logic, of this.