I was scrolling through my photo gallery on my phone the other day looking for a picture.  I ended up scrolling all the way back to February of this year.  And got quite a shock.  I gasped and clutched my pearls.  Fitz, my cat, looked up from his napping perch on the couch to see what was going on.  Y’all…. The picture was taken the week after Uncle Chauncey died.  A nice snow front had settled into Central Arkansas.  No one was going anywhere.  Well, I was not in the right mental space to go anywhere anyway.  An on-time winter wonderland.  You might be imagining that this was a picture…