That’s me in the corner, that’s me in the spot light losing my religion.
Trying to get the ambition to get dressed, grab a shovel and dig out the car.
I need oil.
Calling the oil company.
Sure hope they have 4 wheel drive, hahaha.
More troubling news.
My nephew has been rushed to the hospital in Minnesota for a 2nd open heart surgery, after just a few days from the first surgery.
So hard to be away from the family at times like this.
Now the cats are acting up.
They are deliberately spilling the water from their fountain, as they fight over who is going to take the next “shower.”
The winds are creating havoc up here in the hinterland: lost power twice yesterday and once today.
It must be the leprechauns churning up trouble 2 days before St. Pat’s.
Somehow the winter just doesn’t seem as spectacular as it once was.
I am envisioning a sandy beach with 80 degree temps, and little orange drinks and tiny umbrellas.
But that was just a dream, just a dream, just a dream.