Holmes and Nola are curled up in front of the sliding door* next to the crate in which Inca is hiding out.
* The sliding door had been sprayed with a frosty paint and then painted with swirls and flower pots and leaves. Tom took the scraper to the door and now I can look out onto the patio and back-40 to see my baddogs. I am very grateful!
Hope you’re feeling better too, and that your cold is about gone.