OK. It's cold. The kids (well, most of 'em) are at my mom's for the day, so I've been able to sling myself out on the sofa and read a library book while draped with Pugs. Worked fine, but needed someone to sit on my feet too. My goodness. And yes, I'm a wuss. It's *only* 21F here, but this Southerner must have thin blood. :)
I realize many of you are dealing with much worse than I am, but for me, this is cold enough. But wait. It's not. Supposed to be in the single digits this evening, and heard someone hint at minus degrees of wind-chill-ness. I'll be thankful for a warm-up tomorrow. Should be more reasonable---well, more so that will allow for the faucets not to be dripping all the time.
Fuss, fuss, fuss. Everybody's talking about it, and figured I'd add my two cents. I'm done.
Oh, hang on. I've got to be thankful before I go. Here it is, I'm thankful for:
I realize many of you are dealing with much worse than I am, but for me, this is cold enough. But wait. It's not. Supposed to be in the single digits this evening, and heard someone hint at minus degrees of wind-chill-ness. I'll be thankful for a warm-up tomorrow. Should be more reasonable---well, more so that will allow for the faucets not to be dripping all the time.
Fuss, fuss, fuss. Everybody's talking about it, and figured I'd add my two cents. I'm done.
Oh, hang on. I've got to be thankful before I go. Here it is, I'm thankful for:
- a warm house, a definite given
- potato soup for dinner, which isn't very exciting, but they'll eat it
- the bills being paid up for now (hugely satisfying)
- that the virus that's downed one kid after another only lasts 24 hours
- for new library books that are fun to yearn over
