A day at home:
Then freezing rain.
Oh well, I can make it to work.
Took a look a the driveway and road.
Where are the plows?
Scraped and brushed the car.
My cougar coat got wet.
I threw it over a chair when I got in and Puff Daddy immediately claimed it as her own.
Storm is supposed to stop at noon.
I can go in then.
More freezing rain.
Plow finally rolled through.
Plugged up the driveway.
Better make some chili.
Where are my pjs?
I am not going anywhere.
What would my mother do in a storm?
Oh yeah! Macaroni salad with tuna and celery and peas.
Want to choke the ground hog.
Called for more heating oil.
A cold week ahead.
Why does a day at home in a storm make me feel anxious and tired?
Maybe I will have a peanut butter sandwich on raisin bread.
Or maybe 2.
Sure hope the weather improves soon, or I will be blown up like a blimp.