Keeping fussing with my templates here (not that you can tell), and watching the weather maps at the same time. Snow's on its way and that'd be just fine with me. With Gary laid up on the sofa feeling lousy with this flu, the house has to be quiet. Well, that's my doing, not Gary being difficult. He's got the aches and overall rotten feeling today, so hopefully he can stay down and sleep it off.
Not much else going on. We're in a muffled existence anyway, with the flu taking over our house. It sort of defines how we do the day, and let me tell you, it's pretty light-weight. And with it being so COLD, we're huddled up in the house anyway.
The only exciting piece of new is that my latest Robert Benson book ('Digging In') came in the mail yesterday, but apparently the mailer it came in got slit with a knife at some point and then dropped in a puddle. The cover actually dripped when I took it out of the plastic envelope. Can't blame the seller, however, because this must have happened after they mailed it. Plus, I only paid a penny plus shipping for it. Glad it's a paperback, since it'll dry out tidier than if it was a hardback, I'm thinking. Right now, it's propped up by the crockpot (which is full of vegetable soup), and the heat from it is doing a fine job of drying the pages. The way I look at it, the pages will make a nice crunchy sound when I read the book. Maybe that'll be tomorrow, eh?
