The one where she’s

still obsessed with the weather.  Snowmageddon is scheduled to descend around 1 a.m. tomorrow.  Rats, all this means is that I’ll be up every hour on the hour to peek out the window and see what’s happening.  I’m thinking snow day tomorrow just on lack of sleep alone, with checking and all.  Patting myself on the back all afternoon for going to the store yesterday.  Yes!

OK, I’m ready, got yarn, got computer, got food.  Bring it on!

Reality continues to ruin my lift.  Bill Watterson (1958 –    )