Semi-Daily Scribbles

I've left a deposit in the snow bank. Something for you to draw against when all the things scream to be made. Please don't think what I've buried is your private stash of Taschengeld. If you're hungry I know how to boil water. If there are holes in your stockings, I happen to dabble in socks. Dog booties, too. See? Needs are met without you ever feeling the pinch. But then you must experience some measure of discomfort before you root around in the cold, no? That discomfort is what I pay to see each month. I hope you don't sign your name to just anything. My share must look nice in its frame.