Oh Sera, my friend, you must have slept in this past weekend. I was out and about so early, I was flying solo. I beat you to it. I was even too early for Miss Lily. The early bird catches the worm they say…but I say no, not in this frigid weather! It’s even too cold for the worms. Do they go south like my other friends do in the winter?

Gotta fly. Love, Sydney.