The heater in my car doesn't work.
I have the hiccups, in addition to my ongoing hacking cough.
Cats are still inside. Beasley went out for about 45 seconds. Someone ate the cat food on the porch while I was at work, but I see no prints in the snow.
Pinto beans and corn bread for lunch and again at dinner at the RC, which closed early this evening due to inclement weather.
I'm sitting here wrapped in a blanket thinking I'd like one of those hooded wool meditation cloaks they sell on some of the yuppie Buddhist web sites. I'm cold.
1 comment:
"Someone ate the cat food on the porch while I was at work, but I see no prints in the snow."
Blue jays?
sweeney
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